Flash……!
At the same time as the lightning flashes, kwadadang!!!!! A tremendous thunder sound strikes outside the window.
Darkness soon falls on the man’s face with vivid knife scars.
I have a bad feeling.
Very ominous and… unpleasantly sticky.
Beyond the man’s flickering gaze, he sees a half-closed door.
***
Ahyang! Ahyang, ahyang. Aheuhyang!
Heuk. Heoeuk. Heuk, heuht, uk!
Ahyang, a little more. More, more, moooore. Aheueueyang!!
***
Under the endlessly flashing lightning, he sees the boy and J entangled, shaking their hips obscenely. Following the man’s hip movements, the boy’s small body that was shaking like waves continuously bursts out intense moans and wraps his legs tightly around the firm waist. At the same time, the hip movements of the man covering him from above become even fiercer. Splash, splash, splash!
The two people thrusting so intensely that flesh hits flesh and even balls bounce.
K looks at them with the gaze of a beast with only the instinct of hunting remaining.
The déjà vu has become reality.
The moment long ago when he discovered that bitch screaming with her legs spread under his cherished subordinate.
The strange sense of incongruity ultimately becomes reality.
***
J, who was trembling all over his body like a beast overcome with desire, is startled by someone’s act of forcefully grabbing his nape and turns around sharply.
In the stage of thunder and rain, K, he stands there.
Since when has he been there. It was his mistake for not being able to check the outside movements due to the frantic sex with the boy. Why does he keep making mistakes he never made before?
All of this is because of that wicked male bitch.
Because of that bitch with a cave-like hole that sucks a man’s cock crazily no matter when he eats it.
“Fuck.”
K laughed. He bared his teeth and laughed like a demon.
“Does it feel good?”
“……”
“It squeezes really tight like your dick will fall off, right? That bitch’s hole. It’ll be even more so than the first time. Lately I’ve been continuously training it to squeeze properly.”
K slowly takes out a knife from his pocket.
That vivid blade that previously cut J’s finger. Before he can completely forget the cold sensation of the metal, another round of attack begins.
Peoeok!!!
K, who nimbly struck J’s abdomen by extending his long leg, easily subdues J who was in an uncomfortable mating position, then drags him outside like a dog. J, who couldn’t make any defense, struggled and screamed, but K precisely aims at his temple and smashes the glasses on his face. The glass of the glasses shatters and leaves deep scars on J’s eyes and skin. K, who kicked J once more as he writhed like a bug complaining of pain, looks with a contemptuous gaze at the man’s white and sturdy body shining in the darkness.
“Dirty gay bastard.”
“Heueu……”
J, who was reflexively defending his face, has an even harder time attacking K because he can’t see ahead due to the broken glasses. Fuck! This was completely my fault again.
K leaves the moaning J for a moment and strides into the room, snatching the boy’s body trembling under the blanket so he won’t dare run away.
“Nastassja.”
Beyond his sinister face, lightning flashes down once more.
“Couldn’t you be satisfied with just my cock? You whore-like bitch!”
He roughly grabs the boy’s body with its uniquely slender frame and shakes it flutteringly. It’s funny that such a wicked hole is hidden inside this small body, but it’s even funnier that he’s become a body that can’t live without a man. K looks at Min trembling like an aspen tree and bursts into a big hahaha laugh. The boy’s body caught in his grasp flutters here and there like a paper doll.
“You wait! Just stay still and think about how you’ll die.”
K’s rage, revealing his demonic nature, seems like it will swallow the boy itself. The boy lifts his trembling gaze and looks at him. The man drops chillingly cold anger and sharply lifts the boy’s fragile head.
“Euheuk……!”
“Your body has learned men, so you’re already carelessly playing around. Before I kill you, I’ll first tear this wicked hole apart. Fucking bitch……!”
Returning to J, K skillfully spins the knife with the same movements as in the past, pondering where to cut first. What came after the storm-like rage was deep murderous intent and a fierce impulse to murder.
A guy who was bothersome anyway.
Let me completely fuck him up with this opportunity.
I’m thankful that thanks to you I was provided with one resilient bitch… but fuck, you dare try to steal away the toy that became mine?
K’s low whistle seeps eerily into J’s ears, whose vision is blurred.
Step, step, the sound of K’s footsteps slowly circling around him feels like the grim reaper coming from the afterlife to take him, sending chills down his spine.
“Where exactly did it go wrong, J.”
K squats down close in front of the moaning J, blood streaming from his face, and looks at his pitiful, blood-soaked face with an amused gaze as if feeling sorry for him.
“That’s right, J.”
“Heu…eu……”
“It would have been fine if you had remained a supporting actor for life.”
His smiling lips harden like a lie, creating a sharp shadow.
“Like you always have, licking my asshole… doing the cleanup I want. If you had lived like that, we could have shared our Nastassja together forever……”
“……”
“Why did someone like you try to become the protagonist. Hm?”
K clicks the knife up and presses the blade shining coldly in the darkness near J’s neck.
Am I ending like this.
So futilely.
Dying at the hands of this trash worse than a beast.
J decides not to pathetically beg for his life in front of him. He fumbles through his vision, which becomes even more blurred with blood stains, blinking for a moment, then slowly closes his eyes.
Darkness.
Darkness falls like that.
***
Peoeok!!!!!
“Eueuuk……”
However, when he opened his eyes, surprisingly, the one who fell in front of him was not himself but K, who had been aiming the blade at him just moments ago.
And behind K, he sees the figure of the boy standing blankly with an eerie kitchen knife.
J, who opened his eyes wide in the shocking reality, not caring about the blood still flowing from his eyes, blankly watches as the boy hacks K’s heart and waist area several times like that. Thwack, thwack, thwack! Flesh tearing and blood gushing… a scene that could only be seen in crude slasher movies is unfolding before his eyes right now.
And… by the hands of the weak boy we raised.
The boy, drenched in K’s blood, mutters while looking at K, who has already breathed his last with his eyes rolled back.
“Die… you son of a bitch.”
***
The boy is wearing gloves. To avoid leaving his fingerprints on anything. He prepared thoroughly for this day from two days ago. K, consumed by jealousy and twisted possessiveness, was no longer just a frightening subject like at first. Rather, if done well, he seemed likely to fall for this plan quickly. The boy realized through K that men blinded by jealousy are more foolish than women.
K was brutally murdered by his hands after a physical fight with J.
The boy brings the knife covered with K’s blood to the trembling J.
K is a skilled knife handler.
If only K was stabbed like this, the police would definitely be suspicious. You, with two fingers missing, even if you’re crazy, for a mere cripple like you to succeed so cleanly is unconvincing to anyone.
So I’ll stab you a little too.
But I won’t kill you.
The moment J, who caught the meaning of the boy’s eerie gaze, screams a bizarre scream, a blade stabs deeply into his side with a thud!
Euaaaaak!!!
“You’ll live.”
“Haeup!”
“Don’t die so comfortably….”
The boy’s touch unhesitatingly strikes J’s knee area this time. Thuuuud, as K once said, unlike animals, human flesh needs to be stabbed powerfully all at once to penetrate well.
“Live and receive judgment.”
Along with the foreign sensation of being stabbed with a thud, the scream that rings out as if tearing, euaaaaak, is buried in the tremendous rain and thunder sounds.
Ah.
A perfect day to die.
Muttering indifferently a line that seems like he saw in a movie once, he forcefully pulls out the knife that had been stabbed straight into J’s skin. I’m glad I prepared this in advance for this day. There were many bizarre tools in K’s office that he had never seen in his life. Would he even notice if one of them disappeared? Perhaps it was a gamble-like feeling. If caught, he also found an excuse to get by appropriately by using J as a shield. To survive among devils, one must become a devil oneself. Humans are animals of adaptation.
Confirming the flood of blood pouring out like a fountain in a squishy manner, Min stabs the knife deeply into the same spot again. If this area is attacked, the nerves may be destroyed and he might not be able to walk properly for a lifetime. Since he needs to buy time until the police arrive, Min decided to attack his lower body as much as possible.
“Euaaaaaaak!!! Fu, fuuuck! Heuaaaaak!!!!!”
The boy’s head tilts as he watches him.
“Does it hurt?”
“Heueuuk…… heueuuk……! Heuaaaaaaa!!!!!”
The boy, kneeling on one knee in front of the screaming, wailing man, mutters quietly.
