Before Dohui could even bring a hand up to his stinging cheek, the sound came again — thud, thud. The vibration spread all the way to his temple, and dizziness rolled through him. While he struggled to collect himself, a tearing sound cut dully through his ears, like something ripping through the air.
“Ugh……”
Everything in front of him spun. The pain of his lungs crumpling as he gulped for breath was quickly buried beneath a different kind of pain.
“Aah……! Ngh…… Ugh.”
“Looking at you shaking like that—”
Dohui’s head was jerked roughly from side to side. His vision twisted, and the body that had endured the cold all night long trembled uncontrollably. He was terrified. It felt like the man might kill him at any moment.
“I know exactly how to punish you.”
“……Gh. Hk—!”
The grip on his hair was strong enough that it wouldn’t have been strange if a whole fistful came out.
Gong Haejin leaned his upper body slightly forward and breathed out right in front of Dohui’s face. A faint smell of alcohol clung to his breath. The morning sun was rising behind him, and yet — alcohol. But there was no time to dwell on a scent that didn’t match the hour.
“Should I kill you, or cut something off.”
“……Gh.”
“Or you could suck my cock.”
There was no way to follow any kind of logic here. Was he supposed to choose? He didn’t want to die, and losing a body part was even more out of the question.
“Ugh……”
When he tried to picture the last option, his stomach lurched.
Still gripping Dohui by the hair, the man shoved his head straight into his own center. The smell of a man flooded Dohui’s entire nasal passage.
The front of the dark drawers — a color matching their owner’s dangerous nature — was thick with a visible bulge. His nose was mashed against the fabric containing an unaroused man’s cock. The force pressing him down made him think he was about to be pushed straight into the man’s crotch entirely.
He barely managed to turn his head away, only for his cheek to be crushed down instead. Hk, hk. He was gasping. He tried to raise his hands and shove the man away, but a body that had eaten nothing all day wouldn’t obey his will. His struggle to break free was pitiful.
It wasn’t as though he didn’t understand what the man wanted from him. Dohui was a man too, with the same anatomy. This was dangerous. Dohui pushed back desperately against the man trying to tear through a boundary that should never be crossed. His head felt like it was being crushed to the point of cracking. Whether it was his scalp or something deeper inside, a sharp pain flared.
He fell off the sofa while flailing. His head was still trapped in the man’s hand.
“L-let go of this……! I said no……!”
“Some people like it when they fight back, but not me.”
“……Don’t. Do this.”
“Still got some fight left in you.”
The man smiled. Dohui had never seen anyone who looked this dangerous in his entire life. A blazing red alarm blared and wailed inside his head. Every time it did, his thoughts snapped off mid-thread.
How was he supposed to get out of here. What was going to happen to him now. A head filled with thick, clinging nightmare dragged Dohui’s face back down into the man’s front.
“Hk……”
Nausea surged. Having his nose shoved into someone else’s crotch — into another man’s, no less — was horrifying. Being plunged face-first into filthy water wouldn’t feel like this. This wasn’t normal.
“You should think very carefully about what happens if you use your teeth. The more pointlessly you act up, the worse it is for you.”
He rattled off the questions as if tossing out a simple riddle. Then, as if being generous, he provided the answer to Dohui, who had his molars locked and cheeks puffed out in an effort to avoid what was coming.
“First, those pretty little teeth of yours will start getting pulled out one by one. You’ll be sucking cock while blood pours from your gums. With holes all through them. Have you ever counted how many teeth you have?”
His nose kept getting mashed and ground against him. Twisted this way and that, a stinging pain spread all the way up to the bridge of his nose. He didn’t want to breathe in or out, which left him short on air. Dohui’s face grew redder by the second.
“Including wisdom teeth, thirty-two total.”
“……”
“Well — with a face like yours, wouldn’t you sell just fine even without teeth? They might even prefer it, not having to worry about getting scraped.”
“S-sell……?”
“That’s right. You have to work off the value of what you cost me. Taking men until your thighs wear raw, and when that’s done…… Ah, I already told you what comes after yesterday.”
He had said he would split him open, take out everything inside, and if that still wasn’t enough, he’d sell his arms and legs too. And it wouldn’t end with death — if it still wasn’t enough, every last person tied to Dohui by blood would be billed for the rest.
Dohui’s mind went completely blank. The threats hadn’t been just to frighten him. They had been real. Every single word had been meant.
“I can tell from your face — you remember.”
A voice that didn’t match the horror of the words coming out of it. The man’s voice was impeccably, terrifyingly controlled. Not a trace of emotion in it. Even in the act itself. He was physically pinning Dohui down with force, yet he seemed no angrier than he had been yesterday.
That made it harder. Dohui would have preferred being choked unconscious like yesterday. That way, this enormous shame wouldn’t have been pressed so deep into his skin.
Dohui’s thoughts turned into tears. He was not someone who cried easily even at sad films — yet this man drew tears from him far too effortlessly.
The man’s thumb hooked like a claw inside the band of the dark drawers. Moving downward, slowly. Stop. Dohui let it show plainly that he meant it. He furrowed his brow and clawed at everything his hands touched.
The only fights he had ever known in his life were verbal ones with friends — there was no way he could cause any real damage. He was fighting desperately to survive, yet the man who held all the power was entirely unhurried. He pressed his head down with quiet, steady force. With just a little more pressure added, Dohui’s lips were shoved flush against the man’s center.
“Mmph——!”
“You’re trying.”
He hated the sigh the man poured down over the top of his head. As if everything he was doing was pathetic and beneath notice.
“Please, don’t do this……”
“I’ve explained it thoroughly enough that it should be imprinted in your ears by now. It’s not as though you lack the comprehension — you go to Hanguk University, don’t you.”
Do you really not understand. Dark irises flashed. Fresh tears slipped silently from the delicate corners of Dohui’s eyes. The man wiped them from where they had pooled at the curve of his ear with a thumb, then pulled the drawers down.
Flesh slightly redder than Gong Haejin’s own skin tone came into view. It was grotesque. Large enough that it looked like something had been raised between his thighs.
“Ugh……”
His stomach clenched. His insides felt like they were heaving back up — but the moment his mouth parted, soft flesh pushed its way in. The body scent of an unaroused man flowed over the back of his tongue and down his throat.
Dohui was drenched in sweat, and yet, absurdly, he was freezing.
Too, too cold.
This cold wasn’t something he had only started feeling now. It had been since yesterday. Through hours that could have been night or the small hours of the morning, alone in the silence, he had felt like he’d die from it.
It was a cold he had never felt even on the walk home after late-night shifts at his part-time job. He had waited and waited for the man who had left without leaving him so much as a pair of underwear. The cold had been enough to drive him out of his mind.
The man’s large hands wrapped around his ice-cold cheeks on both sides. The body heat coming from the man’s palms was abnormally high. As if to steadily draw the temperature of those two frozen cheeks back up.
He could feel it — as if blood that had been frost-bitten by the cold was finally thawing and rushing fast through his body again. His palms tingled.
“Hnngh……”
Gong Haejin was staring directly down at him. He filled everything. What entered Dohui’s vision was the sculpted line of his pelvis and the length of flesh hanging between them. If he lifted his eyes, their gazes met instantly. As if the man had not looked away even once.
He could feel the thin skin grazing against his front teeth. Even so, the man didn’t seem to register any pain — he unhurriedly let himself harden. What had already been large before arousal became threatening as it swelled with excitement.
Breathing grew difficult. Cough. A heave that shook his chest was blocked by the cock in his mouth and couldn’t escape.
“Your mouth is small, isn’t it.”
As if discovering something new was genuinely interesting, Gong Haejin laughed. Said his teeth were small, and now so was his mouth — wondering aloud whether he could even manage a proper bite like this.
The already-chapped lips split vertically at the corners. A sharp sting pricked at the edges of his mouth. As his jaw stretched to its limit, Gong Haejin pulled his hips back.
“It’d be a problem if you gave out already.”
Darkness began to swallow his vision — and then the man’s fingers swept the tears clinging to the corners of Dohui’s eyes away. His sight brightened, just slightly. Only then did Dohui notice, as if for the first time, that sunlight was coming through the window behind the man’s back.
Jinho…… must not have landed yet. That desperate realization struck him hard across the back of his skull.
Gong Haejin’s cock had gone fully rigid. Impossibly thick — as if a heavy, solid rod had been sunk through it.
“Stop scratching. Open wider.”
The man who looked like he couldn’t feel a sharp sting even if he tried ruffled Dohui’s hair. The way a master praises an animal. That snapped Dohui’s mind into sharp focus.
Dohui planted strength into his kneeling torso and pulled himself back. The man’s head slipped out of his mouth.
Spit, spit. Dohui spat out roughly the bitter, slick pre-cum that clung to his tongue. The rolling nausea in his stomach refused to settle. He didn’t even want to swallow his own saliva, so he let it fall from his chin where it would. He scrubbed at it roughly with the back of his hand.
It was disgusting. Dry heaves shook him, his stomach turning. He felt like he was going to vomit. A man’s cock — something he himself also had — had been inside his mouth. The more that thought circled through him, the more his stomach threatened to completely revolt. It was horrifying.
“Making it pretty obvious it’s your first time with a man’s.”
The man looked at the cock that had just been spat out and laughed again. That beautiful curve of his mouth was chilling. He watched the head, wet and slick with Dohui’s saliva, then shifted his gaze.
“Im Dohui.”
“……Gh—!”
