Holding Kim Min-seok wrapped tightly in a blanket, Choi Sang-hyuk walked home in silence. But the way his jaw clenched tightly showed just how furious he was.
He had been the same earlier. Even when he knew that Ha Jun-seo had messed around with his lover, he hadn’t hit him. That same Choi Sang-hyuk had now punched and kicked Ha Jun-seo, which meant his anger had truly reached its limit.
Since it was just the next building over, they arrived home in no time. Choi Sang-hyuk carried Kim Min-seok into the bedroom. Contrary to what one might expect, he didn’t throw him onto the bed—he set him down carefully.
Choi Sang-hyuk shrugged off his suit jacket and tossed it aside. Then, he unbuttoned his cuffs, rolling up his sleeves before pulling apart the blanket wrapped around Kim Min-seok.
“Ah…”
With the blanket suddenly thrown open, his pale, naked body was completely exposed. His eyes reddened in embarrassment, and his butt, which had been spanked, was flushed a deep red. Worse, his lower half was drenched in semen. Kim Min-seok hurried to cover himself, but Choi Sang-hyuk grabbed his hand and moved it aside, taking hold of his member and inspecting it thoroughly.
“C-Choi Sang-hyuk!”
Kim Min-seok cried out in shock, but Choi Sang-hyuk ignored him, carefully examining even the slit of his urethra before finally letting go. He seemed to be checking for any injuries.
“Turn over.”
Choi Sang-hyuk’s voice was firm. Already feeling small and intimidated, Kim Min-seok hesitated but slowly obeyed, rolling onto his stomach. The thought of exposing his reddened, spanked backside was utterly humiliating.
Rough, calloused hands gently brushed over his buttocks before a disapproving click of the tongue broke the silence.
“You filthy little pervert…”
Kim Min-seok flinched at the words. It felt like an accusation directed straight at him. A filthy pervert… And honestly, he couldn’t even deny it. He had gotten hard and even climaxed while being spanked. And despite what Ha Jun-seo had done to him, his body had still responded. He had no right to blame anyone else—his body was the worst kind of perverted.
“Seo Ha-yoon.”
Choi Sang-hyuk called his name.
“…Yes?”
Like an ostrich thinking it could hide by covering only its head, Kim Min-seok buried his face in the blanket and mumbled a response. He was mortified beyond belief.
“Looks like what I gave you wasn’t enough.”
The sudden remark made Kim Min-seok snap his head around to stare at him. Choi Sang-hyuk stood by the bed, arms crossed, his dark eyes fixed on him.
“…What?”
“I fucked you senseless until dawn. Was that still not enough for you?”
“N-no, that’s not—”
“Then why the hell did you spread your legs for that bastard, even while getting hit?”
“I… I didn’t spread my legs…”
“Didn’t spread them? Even though you came so much you’re still dripping?”
Choi Sang-hyuk sneered. His mocking tone stung, and suddenly, a wave of frustration and sorrow surged up inside Kim Min-seok.
“I… I… that’s not…”
Kim Min-seok fumbled for words, struggling to explain himself. But in the end, he couldn’t hold back and began to sob faintly as he spoke.
“I… I didn’t spread my legs… Hhng… I told him I didn’t want it when he said he was going to check… But Ha Jun-seo… he drugged me… Hhng… So I was… I was so scared… But then, for some reason, it felt so good… Hhng… Huff…”
He was mumbling, barely aware of what he was saying anymore.
“I’m not usually… hff, some kind of pervert… I wasn’t… hff… But ever since I ended up in this body… hff… I suddenly turned into one… And it felt good… hff… I know it’s weird… hff, I hate it, but I like it… I… I… hnghh…”
He felt like a little kid caught doing something wrong, trying to explain himself through tears to a stern teacher. His head spun, and he wasn’t even sure what he was saying anymore. He couldn’t tell if it was the lingering effects of the drug or just his emotions overwhelming him.
“I hate this too… I really do… Why did this happen to me…? Hnnghh…”
In the end, Kim Min-seok buried his face in the blanket and cried. A fleeting thought crossed his mind—he must look ridiculous, lying there with his bright red ass on display while sobbing. But that thought quickly faded. Ever since he woke up in the hospital, he had tried so hard to stay calm, to process everything logically. But right now, everything—his fears, confusion, frustration—was crashing down on him all at once.
“Haah… Seo Ha-yoon…”
Hearing him cry, Choi Sang-hyuk let out a quiet sigh and called his name. A moment later, Kim Min-seok felt the bed dip slightly. Then, a strong arm pulled the blanket back over his body and drew him into a firm embrace.
Kim Min-seok found himself curled up on Choi Sang-hyuk’s lap like a child. Forgetting all about his pride, he buried his face into the man’s solid chest and sobbed uncontrollably.
“Hff… Hnngh… Hick…”
Through his tears, he felt Choi Sang-hyuk awkwardly pat his back. He wasn’t the type to comfort people, so the clumsy effort to console him was oddly touching, even in the middle of his breakdown.
He didn’t know how long he cried. It couldn’t have been too long, but it felt like time had blurred. Eventually, his sobs died down, replaced by occasional sniffles. He was grateful for the blanket—he could use it to wipe his runny nose. Meanwhile, Choi Sang-hyuk was still awkwardly patting his back.
“…I’m sorry…”
Kim Min-seok mumbled in a hoarse voice.
“For what?”
Choi Sang-hyuk asked. His voice wasn’t angry.
“Just… for showing you that pathetic side of me. You probably didn’t even want me going to Ha Jun-seo’s place, but you let me… And then I went and ended up like that…”
“So you do understand.”
Choi Sang-hyuk spoke curtly. From where he was still nestled in his arms, Kim Min-seok glanced up at his face. Fortunately, his jaw wasn’t clenched in anger anymore.
“And… thank you.”
“For what?”
“For coming to save me.”
“You sure I didn’t just interrupt your fun?”
Choi Sang-hyuk’s voice carried a hint of sarcasm.
“No! Of course not!”
Kim Min-seok protested immediately.
“I mean… yeah, it felt ridiculously good, and I totally lost myself in it, but… it was still so unfamiliar and terrifying… I was scared. It was so humiliating when you walked in, but at the same time, I’ve never felt more relieved.”
“…So, in the end, you did enjoy it?”
“T-That… That wasn’t my fault! It’s just because this damn body is too lewd!”
“‘The body is too lewd’? That’s a ridiculous excuse.”
“But it’s true! In my original body, I never did anything like that, and I never even imagined doing it! I was single from birth, you know!”
“So, you’re saying you were pure?”
The moment Choi Sang-hyuk said that, Kim Min-seok realized his mistake. Being a twenty-two-year-old virgin wasn’t exactly something to brag about. Still, he had to make one thing clear—he was not some pervert who got off on getting spanked. This was a matter of pride for Kim Min-seok as a man.
“That’s right! I was completely pure!”
Kim Min-seok declared, forcing himself to sound confident despite the embarrassment creeping up on him.
“Hmph.”
Choi Sang-hyuk let out a quiet, unreadable chuckle. Then, as if lost in thought, he gently rubbed the tear mole under Kim Min-seok’s eye and muttered,
“Pure, huh… So that’s what you really want.”
“Huh?”
Kim Min-seok blinked, not understanding what he meant. But Choi Sang-hyuk didn’t clarify. Instead of answering, he pulled the blanket down slightly, exposing Kim Min-seok’s lower half. Before he could protest, a hand wrapped around his soft, limp length, inspecting it again.
“That bastard wouldn’t have dared to actually hurt you… but does it hurt?”
“Not really… It just feels a little sore, and the entrance stings a bit.”
Kim Min-seok answered honestly, like a patient talking to a doctor.
“That fucking bastard…”
Choi Sang-hyuk swore under his breath.
Kim Min-seok found it oddly surprising. When he had found out Seo Ha-yoon had a “second,” he hadn’t reacted with much anger. But this time, he had hit Ha Jun-seo, kicked him, and cursed at him. What was different?
“Choi Sang-hyuk.”
“Hm?”
“Are you mad because… I cried?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Choi Sang-hyuk frowned slightly. But for some reason, Kim Min-seok didn’t feel nervous or scared at all.
“You didn’t get this mad when you found out Seo Ha-yoon was cheating on you. You didn’t hit Ha Jun-seo or even curse at him… And a few days ago, when you saw me with him, you just let it slide. But today, you were furious. You hit him, swore at him… Isn’t it because you saw me cry?”
Kim Min-seok spoke boldly, but deep inside, a thought crossed his mind. If this was true… then Choi Sang-hyuk’s feelings were the real deal.
“…Stop saying pointless things. I’ll get you some water. You need to flush out the drug faster.”
“…Okay.”
Choi Sang-hyuk gently set Kim Min-seok down on the bed before heading to the kitchen. When he returned, he was carrying two bottles of water.
Kim Min-seok reached out to take one, but Choi Sang-hyuk noticed how his hands were still trembling slightly. Instead of handing him the bottle, he twisted the cap off and pressed it to his lips.
“Drink.”
“Thank you.”
Mumbling his thanks, Kim Min-seok obediently drank from the bottle, letting Choi Sang-hyuk tilt it for him like he was a bedridden patient. His throat was parched from all the crying, so he ended up finishing the entire bottle in no time.
When Choi Sang-hyuk reached to open the second one, Kim Min-seok shook his head.
“Get some sleep. It’ll help wear off the drug.”
Choi Sang-hyuk’s voice was firm but not unkind.
“Okay.”
Kim Min-seok nodded and closed his eyes. Even with them shut, he could feel the weight of Choi Sang-hyuk’s gaze lingering on him.
