He had boldly smoked inside the nurse’s office, so Ryun, who would sometimes stop by to hang around, occasionally got to watch.
When the handsome Yeonho held a cigarette between his long fingers and smoked, even the smoke drifting softly into the air looked cool, and so did the glowing ember at the tip burning red before fading away. The only problem was that no one in Ryun’s household smoked, so the acrid smell wasn’t something he was used to — and at some point during one of those watching sessions, he’d ended up hacking and coughing right in front of Yeonho without meaning to.
Seeing that, Yeonho had startled and quickly stubbed out his cigarette, and it was only then that Ryun, still coughing, mentioned that the cigarette smell was really too nauseating for him. Yeonho’s comment just now was probably referring to that moment.
So I thought he just switched for no reason…
He’d changed because of that one offhand comment? Come to think of it, after that day, Yeonho had suddenly declared he was quitting — sucking on candies, trying all sorts of things — and what he’d eventually landed on was an e-cigarette, right? The idea that it had been because of him was genuinely amusing.
Ryun looked at Yeonho and snickered.
I really was an idiot.
Ryun, who had never paid much attention to the people around him, had known nothing about what was happening right in front of him.
Even though, if he’d just looked a little more closely, there were so many people who thought of him as someone special.
This extraordinary life is so much fun.
Now with not just Gyeom and Woomin but Yeonho in the palm of his hand as well, Ryun laughed softly to himself as he thought about how to play with all of them in the most entertaining way possible.
* * *
With Yeonho now added to his collection, Ryun went home smiling and waited happily for Gyeom.
The jealousy tactic he’d learned from Yeonho and, without really meaning to, tested on Yeonho himself had shown an astounding effect beyond anything he’d expected — so he decided to try it on Gyeom too.
He’ll probably get so worked up he’ll try to strip me on the spot, right?
Hehe, Ryun laughed in anticipation.
In his imagination, Gyeom tore off Ryun’s clothes.
“Hyung! Don’t! Stop it…!”
“Shut up! You’re mine!”
Saying he’d sooner break him than let anyone else have him, Gyeom pinned Ryun down, spread his legs, and drove his cock in without any foreplay.
“Ah—!”
Even as Ryun moaned in pain, Gyeom was too busy panting and thrusting his hips to care.
That opening — one that was never meant to take a man — accepted him so easily, even without foreplay, even without lubricant.
“Hah, Ryun. Feels so fucking good. I knew it — you were born to take my cock. You’re definitely my little bitch.”
“Hah! Ngh — no, I’m not! I’m — hgh… a man…”
Watching Ryun cry with tears streaming down his face from the shame and pain, insisting otherwise, Gyeom let out a low, amused laugh.
A man? A man? What kind of man gets fucked in the ass like this?
“Ryun, look. Every time hyung’s cock fills that hole of yours — watch how your little cock drips like a bitch in heat.”
“Haah—!”
“Right here — when I press this sweet spot with the tip, your cock weeps just like it’s crying.”
No! I said no! Ryun sobbed and screamed that it wasn’t true, but Gyeom just kept laughing under his breath.
“Accept it, Ryun. You’re not a man anymore. You’re Gyeom’s hole, or Gyeom’s bitch.”
You’re mine. You’ll never escape me. Gyeom smiled cruelly, his eyes dark and sunken, while Ryun stared back at him with a look of despair, crying tears down his face.
That would be insanely fun.
The real Gyeom would absolutely never do any of that.
Inside Ryun’s head, Jin Ryun No. 23 — a member of the internal project team that had been formed to figure out how best to get Gyeom to do him — told the other 51 Jin Ryuns not to give up hope and that surely there was a way to steer things in the right direction.
At that, Jin Ryun No. 43 and No. 12 snapped at No. 23, demanding to know exactly what “doing it right” was supposed to mean, and an infuriated No. 23 leapt up insisting that doing it right just meant doing it right, what more did they need?
These lunatics…
The argument that broke out from there sent the boardroom in his head into utter chaos — rampaging hooligans trashing the place, the whole room going up in flames — while Jin Ryun No. 52, who had gone out to buy pizza and fried chicken for the meeting, walked back in smiling only to stop dead in his tracks at the sight of the burning wreckage, struck dumb with despair.
Why on earth am I even thinking about this… Ryun shook his head to scatter the useless thoughts and refocused on his actual goal: first, pull off the jealousy tactic as planned.
Who should I use?
There was no way Gyeom would know any of Ryun’s friends — but just in case Gyeom turned out to be even more reckless than Ryun assumed… the moment Ryun let a friend’s name slip from his lips, Gyeom might ambush them on the way home from school.
The image flashed through his mind — Gyeom spotting the friend, screaming You little thief! and lunging at them, knife in hand — and Ryun shook his head. Yeah, that probably wasn’t a good idea.
…Well, I mean, it could be entertaining in its own way, but…
Ryun, a garbage human being with zero moral compass, couldn’t have cared less whether a classmate got stabbed — but he didn’t want to get tangled up in some pointless crime, have his toys broken, watch them get locked up in prison, and have the game end.
Whether it was Gyeom, Woomin, or Yeonho — he wanted to keep them all in the palm of his hand and enjoy this for a long, long time. He wasn’t looking for a short, blood-soaked thriller.
I’ll frame the homeroom teacher and the school nurse as peers when I bring them up.
He’d absolutely never give out their names. If he lied and Gyeom started prying, the story could fall apart — and with that thought settled in his mind, he’d been waiting for Gyeom when, as if on cue and with perfect timing, Gyeom walked in.
“Welcome home, hyung.”
Gyeom seemed pleased to see Ryun there to greet him — the corners of his mouth twitched slightly — but he kept his expression blank and pretended not to care.
But those eyes, bright and glowing with joy, were impossible to hide, and seeing them, Ryun felt a swell of good humor and smiled.
Gyeom gave a small nod in response to Ryun’s greeting and moved to head upstairs, but Ryun stopped him.
“Hyung! I… have something I want to talk to you about…”
Gyeom had started to go up, but paused at the word talk. Ryun’s worries? Gyeom, who wanted to know everything about Ryun, didn’t let the bait Ryun dangled go to waste — he swallowed it whole.
What is it? he asked in a tone that suggested he had no interest whatsoever, but his eyes held plain curiosity.
Hmm — Ryun hesitated for a moment, then opened his mouth.
“Um… relationship advice?”
At those words, Gyeom’s blank expression shattered completely, crumpling into something wretched.
Hff, hff — as though trying to swallow down his anger, Gyeom exhaled roughly and asked who it was about in a clipped tone.
Ryun dragged Gyeom over to the couch and sat him down, then, with a shy look on his face, began to talk about the person Gyeom was so desperate to know about.
“So… there’s this person I’m not very close to… and they went and confessed to me.”
It was a confession that had slipped out while the person was groping him in his sleep, but a confession was still a confession! Ryun thought shamelessly, secretly grinning to himself as he watched Gyeom’s expression shift by the second.
A confession, a confession… the moment the word left Ryun’s lips, Gyeom’s face crumpled even further.
He was grinding his teeth so hard Ryun almost wondered if they should make a dentist appointment right now.
At the sight of Gyeom failing to contain his jealousy, Ryun smiled to himself with quiet satisfaction.
“And there’s one more person… this one I’m a little closer to — they kissed me while I was asleep…”
With a sharp crack, the cup Gyeom had lifted to drink from — apparently overheating from Ryun’s words — split in his hand.
Thankfully, it didn’t seem like the jagged edge had grazed his skin, because there was no blood.
Ryun made a fuss and pried the cracked cup out of Gyeom’s dazed hand, and only then did Gyeom snap back to his senses and ask again.
“What did you say they did?”
“Huh? What?”
“Did I… hear that wrong? A kiss?”
Y-yeah… that’s right. At that, Gyeom fixed Ryun with a glare.
It looked almost exactly like someone staring down a cheating spouse — and Ryun watched him with eyes full of anticipation.
So are you going to rip my clothes off now, hyung? But Gyeom defied his expectations entirely.
His eyes gleamed with murderous intent as he asked who that crazy bastard was.
“Who is that sexual predator?”
“…Huh?”
“Who is it. I’m going to kill them.”
