“Really, you’ve got all kinds of talent for nonsense.”
Ji Haesu drew the curtains back and opened the window, just like Do Si-in used to. For a fleeting instant, the image of Do Si-in overlapped and then scattered, disappearing like an afterimage. Choi Suho watched it with his trembling left eye, and the moment Ji Haesu turned around, he spoke in a voice thick with suspicion.
“You…… how did you get in here?”
Ji Haesu shook a small key in his large hand—one that didn’t match his pretty face at all. When Choi Suho shouted, “Fuck, give it back!” and tried to get up, a sharp pain pierced straight through his body from behind, and he fell off the bed with a heavy thud.
“Ugh—ugh…”
“Seriously. You still don’t know your place and keep acting up? And you still won’t call me hyung.”
Fuck, Do Si-in! Wasn’t it bad enough that you hired a bastard like this to completely ruin me—did you even hand over the key to the place we lived together?
Was it really you? Was it really you who asked for me to be turned into this?
Overwhelmed by an indescribable sense of betrayal, Choi Suho braced both hands on the floor and trembled violently. His right hand was tightly wrapped in a cast now—unlike when he’d been at the hotel—but he didn’t even notice.
“Do Si-in…… was it really you……?”
Facing the truth he’d denied for so long—here, in the grand mansion in Pyeongchang-dong where he’d lived with Do Si-in for three years during their university days—Choi Suho muttered in a shaking voice. He grabbed his own hair and screamed.
“How could you do this to me?!”
That was when Ji Haesu, pretending to comfort him, patted his back and spoke in a gentle tone.
“Suho, I told you already. You’re fucked.”
A crack formed in Choi Suho’s eyes. His back began to shake uncontrollably, rough breaths tearing out of him. Seeing this, Ji Haesu smiled, his eyes narrowing with pleasure and delight.
“The Si-in you loved wanted you to end up even more of a mess than he was. And I’m going to make that happen, one piece at a time—”
“Fuck you! What the hell do you know about me and Si-in?!”
Crash!
“Die! Just die!”
True to Choi Suho’s nature, even after being raped until his ass was torn and beaten black and blue, his spirit wasn’t broken. If anything, he seemed more alive, grabbing Ji Haesu by the collar with both hands and slamming him down onto the floor. Just as he tried to crush Ji Haesu’s neck—
A fist flew straight into his left cheek.
Crack!
Choi Suho couldn’t even scream as he staggered and collapsed onto the floor. Ji Haesu cleared his throat lightly, clutching his neck as he stood back up. There was only so much “y-you, y-you” stammering he could tolerate.
“Is this bastard out of his mind?”
Rolling his neck once, Ji Haesu stepped forward and stomped down on Choi Suho’s head as he tried to push himself up.
“Khk!”
With his bruised right cheek crushed against the marble floor, Choi Suho groaned and clawed weakly at the ground. Ji Haesu stared down at him with flat, emotionless eyes, then let out a sigh.
“Honestly, your dad didn’t raise you right at all.”
“Don’t you dare talk shit about my dad, you fucking bastard!”
The moment Jang Yuguk was mentioned, Choi Suho went even more berserk. Compared to when Do Si-in was mentioned, this was on another level—he screamed until his voice nearly tore apart.
“I’ll kill you! I’ll seriously fucking kill you!”
If he kept letting a kid four years younger than him scream like this—one he himself had coddled—his own ears would give out before he finished fulfilling the client’s requests. Ji Haesu spoke with a hardened expression.
“Scream one more time, and I’ll really fuck you in front of your father.”
“—!”
“I’m serious. You think I couldn’t? Not just your dad—Jang Jihyeok, Jang Jihun, Jang Jihae, your stepmother. I’ll fuck you in front of all of them like it’s some kind of banquet.”
“……”
“If you don’t want that, then don’t scream.”
“My throat hurts anyway. I can’t scream even if I want to.”
This little shit? I tell him not to scream, and he sticks out his lips and makes excuses for why he won’t scream?
It was annoying—but there was something faintly cute about it, so Ji Haesu let it slide. When he lifted his foot off Suho’s head, Choi Suho snorted derisively, slowly got to his feet, glared at him like he wanted to kill him, and held out his hand.
“Give me the key.”
“This was given to me by the client. It’s not yours.”
“It’s the key to my house!”
“You gave it to the client when you were living together, didn’t you? Then it belongs to the client, not you.”
“Fuck, give it back! You can’t just come in whenever you want!”
At Choi Suho shouting in a voice tinged with metal, Ji Haesu tutted.
“There you go again, yelling.”
“Fu—”
“And I told you to call me hyung. I’m four years older than you. Call me hyung.”
“Why should I?”
“Why?”
Ji Haesu paused, thinking. His left cheek was swollen from being punched, and as he looked at Choi Suho—tense and on edge—he swallowed dryly. As Ji Haesu strode toward him, Choi Suho’s gaze drifted unconsciously to the center of his body, and his face drained of color.
“Y-You—don’t, d-don’t do this. Do what Do Si-in wants—!”
“There was never any rule saying I could only rape you once.”
“Don’t!”
“You raped Do Si-in for three years, didn’t you?”
“We loved each other……!”
Only now did he admit that he loved Do Si-in. That they had loved each other for at least three years. That it had been consensual, so it wasn’t rape. But it was useless.
“Don’t give me that bullshit, you piece of trash. You’re a rapist—and a murderer who killed his own child. So you’ve got no right to complain about getting raped.”
Rapist.
That single word mercilessly destroyed the three years of his life in an instant, and Choi Suho’s face went blank. Ji Haesu knew he’d hurt him—but he wondered if someone like Suho even deserved to be hurt.
“Suho.”
Slap.
Ji Haesu lightly slapped Choi Suho’s cheek to bring him back to himself. Meeting his wavering eyes, he said,
“You’re trash who doesn’t even deserve to be hurt. That’s what you get for doing that to Do Si-in.”
“E-Even now, if you’d forgive me—”
Si-in smiling as he called his name, “Suho,” so vividly flashing before his eyes.
We weren’t in love? We were nothing? I’m a rapist?
“Forgiveness only matters when the one granting it wants to. Do Si-in doesn’t want to forgive you—so he brought me his entire fortune and asked me to fuck your life up. And I’m going to keep chasing you around and fucking you over, so you’d better just spread your legs on your own. That’s the least fucked-up option for you.”
The more he became aware of his emotions, the more chaotic they grew. Anger, sorrow, depression, absurdity—everything came and went until it all became meaningless.
What have I been doing all this time? You’re not even giving me time to regret it?
He wanted to talk to Do Si-in. He didn’t even know why. Maybe he just wanted a useless indulgence—an indulgence that would let him live the rest of his life in peace.
But the words he’d heard from Ji Haesu kept drilling into his head, refusing to disappear.
You’re trash who doesn’t even deserve to be hurt.
“Ugh!”
Choi Suho’s body was thrown onto the bed. His upper body hung over the mattress while his lower half remained on the floor, bent into an L-shape with his ass exposed—perfectly positioned to receive Ji Haesu’s cock at any moment. Somewhere between returning from the hotel to the Pyeongchang-dong mansion, he must’ve changed into a bathrobe, because the new robe was yanked clean off him.
The belt that had been tied around his waist was used to bind his casted right hand together with his uninjured left. A sharp pain shot through his right wrist, and Choi Suho screamed—but Ji Haesu didn’t show any mercy.
He heard the sound of Ji Haesu pulling his pants down. Having experienced rape that bordered on mounting before, Choi Suho’s face froze pale white, and his teeth began to chatter audibly.
“D-Don’t…….”
With a dull thump, Ji Haesu’s massive cock sprang free. Choi Suho was about to scream, but Ji Haesu’s left hand grabbed the back of his neck and forced him down.
“Mmph!”
“If you try to take revenge on the client for what happened to you, you’ll get paid back several times over for everything you’ve suffered. So don’t go looking for the client.”
Ji Haesu spoke in a chilling voice.
“You’re just receiving the price you deserve for what you did. You wouldn’t hold a grudge against the client for that, would you?”
“Fuck—then I’ll kill you! You’re the one who did this to me—!”
“Go ahead.”
Ji Haesu replied calmly. Choi Suho shot him a glare, but it only lasted a moment before he was pressed back into the sheets again. Ptui. Ji Haesu spat into his right hand, roughly rubbed it over his cock, then carefully applied ointment and pressed it firmly against the healing hole.
“Ah! Agh—ah……!”
Choi Suho’s body jerked violently. The pain of the thick, smooth head tearing open a hole that had barely begun to heal was worse than having raw flesh beaten with a club. If it were only physical pain, maybe he could’ve endured it—but this rape tore open wounds in his heart that might’ve been able to heal. Choi Suho buried his face in the bedding and swallowed his sobs.
Enduring pain was something he was good at. No matter how much it hurt, even if no one acknowledged his pain, he could always endure—
“Hngh!”
Thud!
“Ahhk!”
But this time, it hurt too much to endure. At twenty-eight years old, he told himself not to cry over something like this—that once it was over, he’d just find out who the bastard was and kill him, and that would be the end of it.
