Endless lies can even deceive the liar themselves. Fabricated emotions, too, might start to feel real at some point—blurring the line between pretense and sincerity.
If I had spent a long time alone with Joo Cheong-gyeong, I might’ve lost my mind and ended up truly following him out of blind obedience. I could see that version of myself clearly.
Just imagining a scenario where I was essentially toying with the Esper—someone who’d delude himself into thinking he’d conquered both my body and heart—was… honestly entertaining.
Of course, like Jang Hee-gang and my brother, Joo Cheong-gyeong’s time is also limited. In fact, he seemed to have discarded any real desire for emotional exchange or domination altogether. So, how hard could he possibly go at it physically? Probably mess with me every single day without missing a beat. I braced myself mentally for that.
…But surprise, surprise. Even the day before yesterday—when I clung to him in tears like I’d given everything up—and yesterday, both passed in absolute peace. Joo Cheong-gyeong hadn’t laid a single finger on me. Despite all his ominous talk about rules and provoking tension, he didn’t act on any of it.
It almost felt like he was deliberately letting me rest, and thanks to that, I really did get some rest—aside from the hard floor and the tied-up limbs that couldn’t budge.
As I woke up, I twisted my body slightly.
“…!”
I froze, purely on instinct. Something felt off.
I opened my eyes and lifted my hands—now free. My legs weren’t bound together anymore either; they lay comfortably apart. All restraints had been removed.
What the hell was this change of heart? Staring blankly at my wrists, where faint marks remained, my gaze slowly shifted to the side.
There lay Joo Cheong-gyeong, so still I could barely even hear his breathing. He, too, was completely naked—no drawers, nothing.
His lean body, sculpted with taut muscles, lay perfectly straight, his skin so pale it looked like he’d be cold to the touch. His eyes were tightly shut. Honestly… he was handsome enough that anyone would admit it. Though in his case, pretty might be a better word.
But why the hell was he sleeping here too? What, was this some kind of self-imposed imprisonment? It was so quiet that it didn’t feel like he was just asleep—it looked more like he’d passed out.
Just as I was pushing myself up from the floor—
“I quite like the sight of you two snuggled up together like that.”
A strange voice slipped in through the bars. I turned my head to find a man standing just outside the cell, staring in at us.
“Seeing it in person feels… different. I watched the whole time you were sleeping, and not once did I get bored.”
The unfamiliar face spoke with a tone and presence that felt all too familiar—exactly like the Esper lying next to me.
The man stood there with his arms crossed, smiling.
“Don’t stare so hard. You’re making me jealous. It’s been a while since I last got my hands bloody…”
“……”
That crazy bastard.
Cha Eun-soo’s heart pounded violently, its rhythm accelerating with a rush of adrenaline.
“Then where should I look next?”
…Was there even more than one option? He turned his gaze toward Joo Cheong-gyeong—no, more precisely, toward the body of the man who had stolen Joo Cheong-gyeong’s body. His eyes took in the unconscious figure once again.
“Exactly.”
A short word of praise followed.
“Eun-soo. I’ve been curious about you ever since we first met.”
Ting. Ting. The eerie sound of fingers tapping on the metal bars echoed through the air. As Eun-soo looked down at Joo Cheong-gyeong’s body with shaken eyes, his shoulders flinched at the unsettling noise.
“If I feel you… do you think even this soulless body of mine might get hard?”
“…!”
His eyes widened. Heat surged to his face, a furious blush spreading instantly. Control your expression. Fuck. Keep it together.
Eun-soo clenched his fist tightly against the floor. There was no missing the reason why that bastard had released his restraints.
“I plan to find out today… but first, I should free your body, shouldn’t I?”
A mocking laugh laced the stranger’s voice.
***
This body belonged to someone who deserved to die anyway. If a rat sneaks into your house, isn’t it only right for the homeowner to catch it? Even using it as a tool for one’s pleasure before killing it should be seen as a courtesy—from the rat’s perspective, at least.
Joo Cheong-gyeong stared intently at Cha Eun-soo within the cell.
“Uhgh…”
Eun-soo, lying on the floor with his legs spread and one hand touching his own cock for full visibility from the outside, was provocatively obscene—so much so it made Joo Cheong-gyeong’s insides clench. His movements—gripping the shaft, sliding up and down—were clumsy and awkward, which only made it more arousing. It clearly wasn’t his first time masturbating; the shame came from doing it in front of someone watching.
“Haah… ugh.”
Yet despite that, his sensitive body still responded to the stimulation he created. The way his pretty cock slowly stiffened, gradually swelling with arousal, was on full display—enough to make anyone watching salivate.
Joo Cheong-gyeong recalled the look of shock on Eun-soo’s face when he’d ordered him to masturbate. He had expected him to obey with a defeated air, but the reaction had been surprisingly strong. Still, once Joo Cheong-gyeong silently locked eyes with him and waited, Eun-soo couldn’t withstand the pressure. Clearly, he feared the consequences of disobedience.
“Lift your legs. Spread them wider.”
His voice dropped to a commanding low tone. Eun-soo, hesitating, raised his knees and spread as wide as he could. His face, flushed from both stimulation and humiliation, squeezed shut—only to snap open again in alarm. His expression was so pitifully cute, Joo Cheong-gyeong felt a sudden urge to bite his cheek.
Between his spread legs, the small hole of his ass was exposed. Joo Cheong-gyeong’s gaze trailed lazily—licking over the view—from the hardened shaft to the plump balls, down to the perineum.
“Make sure to come into your hand. Understood?”
“…Yes…”
Cha Eun-soo nodded and resumed stroking his cock. The growing friction heated his shaft, which now swelled to its full size.
His ragged breathing drifted into the air, and his feet trembled against the floor. His flushed, plump lips pressed tightly against his white upper teeth.
“Ah, hng…”
His cheeks, ears, and neck were flushed a deep red, the rush of impending release clear in his expression. No matter how hard he tried to suppress it, soft moans slipped out. Eun-soo gave a slight thrust of his hips and wrapped his hand around the swollen tip.
“Hhngh…”
His neatly shaped brows furrowed, and his back arched. He felt the slippery warmth spreading across his palm. He kept his hand in place until the very last spurt, his whole body trembling as he gasped for breath.
Joo Cheong-gyeong watched him come with rapt attention, utterly entranced. The way Eun-soo’s pale skin blushed red, his eyes glistening from the overwhelming mix of pleasure and shame—it made Cheong-gyeong feel like his throat had dried out from thirst.
“…You did well, Eun-soo.”
He finally opened his mouth, a little delayed—barely restraining the urge to break down the bars and fuck him right there.
“Now… go ahead and loosen yourself up.”
“…?”
Eun-soo looked at him with a confused, incredulous expression—Didn’t I just come? The way he stared defied the earlier command to avoid eye contact, but Joo Cheong-gyeong, pleased with how far Eun-soo had come even amidst the humiliation, offered an indulgent explanation.
“Not there. I meant my cocksleeve down below.”
“……! That…”
The vulgar word—cocksleeve—and the demand that followed made Eun-soo’s face go pale again. His tear-filled eyes looked ready to spill over.
How could he ask for something like that? I can’t… The desperate rejection swelled in his throat, the fragile plea trembling at the edge of speech.
Joo Cheong-gyeong’s voice came out deceptively calm.
“If you can’t do it, feel free to say so.”
But it was that very gentleness that chilled Eun-soo to the bone. And realizing he was afraid of Cheong-gyeong—that pissed him off even more.
No, this isn’t right. Suddenly acting defiant now would just make things weirder. Especially after I already jacked off because he told me to…
With trembling fingers, Eun-soo let go of his cock. A sticky string of semen stretched and clung between his wet hand and the swollen head, then snapped.
Slowly, hesitantly, he shifted into a position that would make it easier to open himself up. Watching Eun-soo fumble awkwardly as he moved his hand toward his rear, Joo Cheong-gyeong offered encouragement.
“Gently. You might hurt yourself otherwise.”
Easy for you to say, fucker. Eun-soo cursed him silently. This is my first time doing this shit myself. Muttering inwardly, he carefully felt between his cheeks. Finally, his fingers brushed over the tense, clenched entrance.
Joo Cheong-gyeong said nothing more. He simply watched, absorbed in the trembling figure struggling not to fall apart.
“Hnngh…”
Eun-soo slowly pushed his middle finger—still slick with semen—into his entrance. Mustering the courage to insert it, he felt an odd sensation as his own hole clenched tightly around the invading digit. So this is what it feels like.
Even with just one finger inside, the tightness was intense. How the hell did those cocks even fit in here? Didn’t they feel pain at all…?
Once again, he was struck by the sheer resilience of an S-rank body. He slowly swirled his finger inside, and the warm, damp inner walls made goosebumps prickle along his skin. Just imagining how many times this place had been violated and soaked in cum made the sensation all the more obscene.
Bit by bit, he added more fingers, tentatively stretching himself open from the inside. His tight, pale hole gripped and sucked on its owner’s fingers. Watching this, Joo Cheong-gyeong felt a deep, aching tension in his groin. A long breath escaped his lips, caught between pleasure and torment.
“Ugh…”
Cha Eun-soo had no mind to read Joo Cheong-gyeong’s reaction—he was too focused on teasing and loosening his inner walls. But then, out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Joo Cheong-gyeong’s body, which had remained beside him all along.
That light brown gaze was now tinged with lust. His own body was already heating up. He didn’t want his own hands anymore. What he longed for was that monstrous cock—still soft, yet exuding raw threat—to be inside him.
“Stop.”
The voice came from beyond the bars, as if it had caught on to exactly what he was thinking.
“Get on top of me.”
It was a moment of perfect, wordless agreement between the two of them.
