* * *
“What should I dooooooo—”
When Geun-yeong, who had found the room where his classmates were by peering through the gaps in the stickers on the karaoke room door, opened the door, the class representative Park Sanghun was singing. Already built like a train engine, he was now shouting into the microphone, causing Geun-yeong to slightly grimace from the pain in his ears. He then squeezed past the knees of two classmates and sat down next to Woo Donghwa.
Donghwa, who had been pretending to listen to the train engine’s song while flipping through a book, sensed someone sitting down beside him and turned his head. Upon seeing Geun-yeong, his eyes widened to the size of a bull’s as he shouted:
“Hey! Where the hell did you go, all the way to Tancheon sewage treatment plant to take a dump?! You should have at least taken a phone! I was worried!”
To Donghwa, who seemed genuinely angry, Geun-yeong apologized twice, saying, “Sorry, sorry.” Donghwa rummaged through his pocket, handed over the phone, and asked:
“You’re not feeling unwell, are you?”
“Huh? No. I’m fine.”
Geun-yeong opened the screen of the phone he was given and checked if there were any missed calls. There weren’t any. Then he checked his blood sugar level. 104. It was fine.
“Your professor called.”
Unaware that Geun-yeong’s small movements had stopped, Donghwa continued:
“I told him you went to the bathroom briefly. I also said you ate well and didn’t drink. Did I do good?”
To tell the truth, he had also said, “I’m Geun-yeong’s best friend, Woo Donghwa,” but he felt it wasn’t necessary to mention that part.
“Did he say anything else…?”
“Huh?”
Donghwa, who had been startled thinking Geun-yeong was inquiring about the “Geun-yeong’s best friend” comment, thought for a moment and said:
“Ah. He asked when we’d be done, and I said around 10 o’clock, but oh my, it’s past 10 already.”
After checking the karaoke clock, Donghwa covered his mouth with his palm and put on an exaggerated act of surprise, making Geun-yeong smile slightly. The genuine smile he was able to make thanks to Woo Donghwa quickly disappeared. His phone was vibrating.
“I’ll go take this call and come back.”
Geun-yeong squeezed past the knees of his three classmates, who had drawn their legs in to make way, and went out to the hallway, closing the door to block out the train engine sound. During this time, the phone vibrated more than four times. Geun-yeong hurriedly pressed the call button.
“Hello.”
[Why are you answering the phone so late?]
“I’m sorry. It was noisy inside the karaoke, so I came out.”
[Wrap it up and come out.]
“What?”
[Don’t make me repeat myself. Come out now.]
And the call ended. Just from the tone, Geun-yeong instinctively knew that the man was quite angry. As he tried to think of reasons why this man would be angry, he had an ominous feeling, and soon found it hard to breathe.
Geun-yeong ran up the stairs from the underground karaoke, taking two steps at a time, and came out of the building. He looked around in all directions. A familiar car was parked in the alley next to the building across the street, and a man sitting in the driver’s seat was looking in his direction.
Could it be… he hasn’t been there the whole time…
He desperately hoped that wasn’t the case, but the man’s voice on the phone had sounded ominous. It seemed likely that he had been there since before Geun-yeong got out of the car. Geun-yeong forced strength into his increasingly weakening legs and slowly crossed the main road, avoiding the moving cars.
When he opened the front passenger door and sat down, the man said nothing. He just kept his gaze on the steering wheel and pressed the ignition button.
While Geun-yeong was hurriedly fastening his seatbelt to avoid even one scolding, the man started the car without warning and turned the steering wheel roughly. Geun-yeong lurched forward, having to place his hand on the dashboard to steady himself. He straightened up and sat properly while cautiously observing the man. The man still said nothing.
After leaving the alley, the car turned onto the main road. Once it joined the fast-moving traffic and began driving on the smooth asphalt, the inside of the luxury car was so quiet that the vibration of the air could be heard. When the silence became unbearable, the man asked:
“Who was in that car earlier?”
Geun-yeong, whose heart felt like it had dropped, tried his best not to show his surprise as he answered:
“A senior from school. He said he was in the area during our dinner, so I met him briefly.”
“Which senior?”
“A high school senior.”
Meaning: even if I tell you, you wouldn’t know them. Geun-yeong glanced sideways again. He watched the man’s expression, hoping his lie would be believed.
But it was a vain hope. The man remained silent only because he knew that Geun-yeong wouldn’t tell the truth just because he was being questioned in a moving car. The man, who knew how to make someone confess the truth, had his lips pressed so tightly that they were almost trembling.
And after observing the man with a few sidelong glances, Geun-yeong realized his lie hadn’t worked. If that was the case, there was only one thing left.
It was frustrating that the road leading toward a long and grueling night was unusually clear without any traffic today.
* * *
The man who entered the house first headed to the second floor. Geun-yeong followed. After crossing the cozy living room on the second floor, the man went straight into Geun-yeong’s room.
Standing briefly near his room door, Geun-yeong steadied his increasingly rough breathing, then opened the already ajar door wider and stepped inside. The man stood with his back to the door, hands on his hips. Geun-yeong, standing just past the threshold, said:
“…I’ll go wash up.”
He had been out all day and would be permeated with all sorts of barbecue smells. It was something he said because he knew what the man would do, and also to reduce the man’s scolding.
But the man had different thoughts. He didn’t take Geun-yeong’s words about washing up at face value. Turning toward Geun-yeong with his arms crossed, the man spoke in a voice even more authoritarian than his glaring eyes:
“Stop trying to hide things. Take off your clothes and lie down right now.”
There wasn’t much to hide. Geun-yeong quietly released his increasingly rapid breath and took his phone from his jacket pocket, placing it on the desk. He removed his jacket. He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. He pulled off the t-shirt he was wearing underneath. Knowing the man’s temperament, there was no delay in his undressing movements.
As Geun-yeong removed each layer, Seokhun examined the gradually exposed bare skin with eyes sharper than usual, scrutinizing every inch.
While avoiding the piercing gaze fixed on his body, Geun-yeong unfastened his belt. He unbuckled his jeans, pulled down the zipper, and lowered both his jeans and underwear together.
Wearing nothing except the band holding his insulin pump, he climbed onto the bed and lay down.
As soon as Geun-yeong lay down, Seokhun roughly grabbed both ankles and spread them apart. He then knelt between them and began examining various parts of the naked body. He checked the upper body, especially the neck and chest area, for any signs of congestion, or any traces of nipples having been sucked or swollen.
Then he moved down to the lower body, spreading the legs wider to examine the inner thighs. He grabbed both knees and pushed them up even wider before gripping the genitals to check for anything unusual. He then spread the anus and inserted his index finger deeply, withdrew it, and examined what came out. He inserted it deeply once more, withdrew it again, and looked at what was on his hand. Whether he was hoping to find something or hoping not to find anything, the man’s finger persistently probed and examined repeatedly.
But there was absolutely no way anything like what the man was looking for would be there. Geun-yeong lay silently, enduring the unpleasant stinging sensation and humiliation.
While it was proven that Geun-yeong had not had sexual relations with the driver of that car, the fact that he had lied remained unchanged. After finishing the lengthy body examination, Seokhun roughly removed the insulin pump shield.
“Turn over.”
What followed was violence disguised as discipline. And after that, the discharge of anger transformed into sexual desire began.
It was painful, distressing, and difficult. The physical punishment actually inflicted under the guise of discipline was painful, of course, and the stimulation felt inside his body during the sexual intercourse that inevitably followed the discipline was also distressing. The hardest part was suppressing the rising nausea.
But in truth, every time he endured this abuse, what hurt and distressed him most wasn’t his body.
Right now, Geun-yeong felt as if he weren’t lying on a bed, but on a narrow piece of land surrounded by dark river water on all sides. The suffocating feeling that there was no escape except walking into the black water of his own volition. That suffocation was difficult, distressing, and painful. His heart, which seemed unable to beat properly from being suppressed, ached continuously with constriction.
“Arch your back!”
Startled by the forceful command, he raised his hips. His neck, which was sharply bent as he supported his prone body in place of his hands tied by the man’s necktie, ached with a dull pain.
Geun-yeong’s hands had been tied since he began to grow taller than the man. It was unfair to Geun-yeong, who had no will to defy the man even with his hands free. The rope binding his will was thicker and tougher than the one binding his wrists.
He seemed to be about to ejaculate. Geun-yeong could feel the pace quickening. Thinking that it would soon be over, just a little more to endure, Geun-yeong gritted his teeth. With his lips and nose buried in the sheet, his breathing was labored as he constantly panted. He turned his head. In his vision, distorted from being pressed against the sheet and severely shaking, he caught sight of his phone on the desk.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
