Jang Hee-gang’s cock, which cornered him as if he were hunting prey, was welcomed by his body. It was a tendency he had long understood: to be aroused by an opponent who violated his resisting self at will. Above all, Jang Hee-gang’s magnificent cock and stamina were more than enough to satisfy him.
No, it was beyond satisfaction, to the point of being somewhat frightening. He had cried like a child, begging to be stopped, only to lose consciousness completely at some point…
When he opened his eyes, he was still in the mirror room.
He was lying on a clean bed, washed and clean. The skin exposed through the large pajamas was blotchy red.
He glanced at the IV pole connected to his arm. He looked around afterward, but since there were no windows or clocks, he couldn’t tell the time. Not to mention a cell phone.
Whatever…
It didn’t really matter.
He could be trapped here for the rest of his life, with nothing but the incredibly good sex with Jang Hee-gang day and night, and he wouldn’t mind.
It was like enjoying a kind of role-playing.
Just like he always had.
“You slept without even dreaming.”
While he was admiring his own reflection on the ceiling, the glass door opened silently, and Jang Hee-gang walked in with heavy steps.
In his approaching hand was a silver tray.
“You should eat now that you’re awake.”
Jang Hee-gang, who had placed the tray with steaming hot porridge and water on the bedside table near the bed, looked down at him.
He turned his body to the other side, displaying his fear, revulsion, and humiliation towards him.
Even that short movement was too much, his whole body ached.
“I… have no appetite.”
A cracked voice escaped his lips.
His throat was ruined from screaming so much during their fucking. Honestly, he wanted to drink water.
Jang Hee-gang fell silent at his reaction. A moment of stillness lingered.
“Being shy is fine.”
Soon, he bent down towards him as he lay there. A deep voice whispered intensely in his ear.
“From now on, you’ll have to do whatever I tell you to do.”
“……!”
“Or you’ll be punished.”
He lightly kissed his cheek, then placed an arm under his back and the other under his knees. In the blink of an eye, he was sitting on his lap, startled.
Wow, shit. For S-class individuals, an adult man’s weight really is nothing.
“Here, let’s wet your throat first.”
Jang Hee-gang handed him the glass of water. He remained frozen, merely staring at it.
He seemed deeply curious and fearful, unsure of the meaning of the punishment Jang Hee-gang had mentioned.
Then, perhaps thinking he was being disobedient, the arm wrapped around his waist tightened.
He could feel the already hard bicep muscles changing into something like stone. He flinched at just that single change, feeling threatened.
In truth, the fear he held towards Jang Hee-gang was not entirely fabricated.
Wasn’t this the person who had tried to kill him, whether it was an action according to the system’s intentions or not?
…But that feeling amplified his perverse excitement.
A being who had actually threatened his life and could control him at will at any time. A violent and impatient being who became more aroused the more blood he saw.
Deep down, he was enjoying the situation of being dominated by such a being.
“Why are you trembling?”
Jang Hee-gang murmured, his dark eyes scanning him.
Startled, he tried to take the cup with a trembling hand, as if to deny it. However, Jang Hee-gang was quicker, bringing it to his own lips.
He tilted his head towards him, having taken a mouthful of water.
Their lips met without any gap.
“Mmph……!”
Cool water was forced into his opened mouth. The sensation of it flowing down his throat wasn’t unpleasant. He was thirsty, after all.
He tightly gripped Jang Hee-gang’s shirt and swallowed the cold water.
He fed him water several times in the same way. At the end, he lightly sucked his lips as if to say ‘good job’ and then put the cup down.
As soon as he caught his ragged breath, Jang Hee-gang scooped up some porridge and held it to his lips. He tried to take the spoon, but it was ignored as a matter of course.
“How are you going to eat it yourself when you’re trembling like this?”
……Well. It’s not like he absolutely couldn’t eat it himself.
However, he was in a state where his fear of Jang Hee-gang, the absolute power here and the one who had harmed him in the past, was heightened. Moreover, he didn’t even know what the punishment was. So, it was natural that he was reluctant to go against him.
In the end, with his cheeks flushed with shame and his fists clenched tightly, he obediently opened his mouth and began to eat the porridge.
Jang Hee-gang moved the spoon, intently watching the process of the white porridge entering his mouth.
He felt something slowly swelling beneath his buttocks. It was undoubtedly Jang Hee-gang’s cock.
Crazy bastard. What are you thinking?
Pretending not to notice as he ate, he squeezed his eyes shut at the cock that was asserting its presence so much that he could no longer ignore it.
He pressed his lips tightly together and turned his face away, causing the spoon to stop.
“…Are you full already?”
Jang Hee-gang’s hand slipped inside his top. He widened his eyes and grabbed his forearm.
“Not yet.”
Desire emanated from the hand that stroked his abdomen.
“You don’t want porridge, and you’re not full. Looks like I’ll have to help you out. Right?”
Jang Hee-gang muttered darkly.
He meant to fill him up with something else. Shit, this is crazy.
He was dumbfounded, yet… secretly aroused. He felt a throbbing in his hole at the creeping anticipation.
“However, since you were picky about your food, you need to be punished first.”
Clang! The sound of shattering glass echoed through the room. Jang Hee-gang had thrown the porridge bowl to the floor.
His ears hurt, and his face naturally contorted. As he froze in fear, two large hands flipped him over roughly.
His body was laid out lengthwise, face down, across Jang Hee-gang’s firm thighs. His pants were pulled down, exposing his buttocks.
“………..!”.
Huh?
Could this be………
He twisted his body in shock at the humiliating position.
“No, let go of this.”
The hand that had been roughly kneading his buttock shot up high into the air. Then, thwack, it struck one side of his buttock.
“Haa……!”
His eyes widened, and his back arched sharply.
It hurt so much, it was burning. It felt like his skin might have ripped. But before the pain could subside.
“Ah!”
Thwack, another strike.
“Hngh.”
And another strike.
It felt as if his buttocks were on fire. Jang Hee-gang continued to strike the same spot without a word. With his other hand pressing down on the back of his head, he couldn’t even see his face in the mirror.
With each sharp sound, heat bloomed throughout his body, not just the struck area. He could feel the sweat on his back trickling down.
The struggles he had thought were vehement gradually ceased.
“Hngh, hnhh…….”
He sobbed, panting with a flushed face.
At his appearance of only flinching and twitching at the moment of impact, Jang Hee-gang lowered his head and rubbed his lips against his nape.
“You have to say, ‘I was wrong.'”
Huh.
Perhaps because this bastard had seen him as a baby, or because of their large age difference, he tended to treat him like a child. He had already noticed it in his tone of voice, but… to this extent…to inflict such humiliation….
……Maybe he just liked this kind of play.
If this was punishment, he quite liked it.
As he continued to be struck, he felt a dull ache spreading warmly through his lower abdomen.
“Ugh, hngh.”
“Not listening.”
Thwack! A palm struck the side that hadn’t been hit yet. He gaped and groaned.
“I was wrong.”
“Aahhngh……!”
“I was wrong.”
He demanded that he repeat after him, striking his buttocks with such force that it felt like they would burst… honestly, he was conflicted.
Should he pretend to be proud and resist until the end? Or should he give in as if he couldn’t win?
If he resisted, it felt like he would receive an even more enjoyable punishment.
Jang Hee-gang struck his buttocks, which were only whimpering in pain, once more, then squeezed them tightly.
“You’re surprisingly stubborn.”
“……!”
Suddenly, his hair was yanked roughly. A pain that felt like his scalp was being torn off shot through him, and his vision spun.
When he came to his senses, he was kneeling on the floor in front of Jang Hee-gang, who was sitting on the bed.
Jang Hee-gang threw off his pants. The outline of his cock, looking as if it would burst through his drawers, was clearly visible.
Immediately after removing his drawers as well, he commanded.
“Suck it.”
He shook his head and stepped back, using his hands to push himself away from the floor. A sharp pain shot up from his buttocks where they touched the hard surface.
The dangling IV lines brushed against his body. He ripped out the needle without hesitation. It was the moment he tried to get up and run away.
“……! Aaaagh!”
Jang Hee-gang very easily grabbed his hair again. Then, he pulled him in and forced his face into his groin.
“Mmph!”
The appetizing scent of flesh stimulated his sense of smell. He was rubbed against it as if receiving a face massage—a thick, monstrously erect cock radiating heat.
“Hoo…….”
Jang Hee-gang crudely rubbed his cock against his forehead, cheeks, and lips. He clawed at his thighs, trying to escape somehow, but it was impossible.
Through his lips, which were parted from the pain of his hair being pulled, the thick glans entered.
“Ugh, ungh…….”
It kept pushing in endlessly, as if intending to fill him all the way down his throat. He couldn’t suppress his gag reflex and retched. His entire face flushed red, and tears streamed down his face.
