Thunder

PM 4:40

Bang!

Kurururururu.

Kwagwang!!!

A deafening roar rings through his head.

As if the maw of hell is opening wide, goosebumps prickle across his entire body in a flash.

Bang! Ururukwang!!!

Thunder suddenly penetrates beyond the boy’s fading consciousness.

His body, which had been swaying beneath the man’s violent movements with his eyes faintly rolled back, suddenly receives force and lets out a groan. At the same time, his waist is lifted straight up and he’s seized by the pain of an enormous pillar stabbing down from above.

“Ugh… hah… ngh, hng…! Hnngh! Ah, hng!”

Rain had been pouring down torrentially—he didn’t even know when it had started.

How much time had passed since returning from the hospital?

His partner never gives him even a moment to gauge such things. Because of the man’s furious cock ruthlessly pushing into his body, pain assaults him as if his limbs would be torn to shreds. His tightly clenched lips have torn and blood seeps out in streams, and from his bruised, beaten face, a nosebleed is also flowing down.

The boy is literally painting the pure white sheets red with his blood-covered face. Each time the man’s violent movements pound down forcefully like a pestle, fresh blood spurts out in gushes from his small body swaying helplessly. The blood shows no sign of stopping, from above or below. To the point where it seems it would be happier to just die with all the blood drained from his body.

J has been taking the boy’s body for over three hours.

He himself had no intention of punishing him this violently. Perhaps just a little threat or warning would have been enough for the timid boy. But strangely, today he seems like someone possessed by something. Unlike his usual self, he’s lost his reason and self-control.

The partner now madly thrusting his cock before the boy’s eyes is not human but a beast, like a demon from hell.

The man’s body, large compared to the boy’s, relentlessly pushes inward without tiring. With the interlock of retreat and violent hip movements, he roughly digs through the boy’s tender insides. The boy, who had been gasping like a fish pulled from water, surveys the man’s blurred form with empty, fish-like eyes. None of this feels real.

If this is a nightmare, please let me wake from this dream.

Please.

I’m begging you.

“Pl…”

A voice barely flows from his lips, crusted with dried blood.

“Pl-please… spare me… hah…”

Like someone with their tongue cut off, even his pronunciation doesn’t come out properly. Fearing he’ll die at the man’s hands like this, the boy is terrified beyond measure. What could have made him this angry? Was simply discovering grandmother and trying to run to her such a grave sin?

The boy doesn’t know.

There’s nothing he can understand.

Not even why he must be ruthlessly raped in the middle of this dark room while listening to the fierce thunder crashing down.

But soon even those thoughts fly far away because of the waves violently crashing as if clawing at his inner walls. All that exists now is himself panting like a beast, wrapped in sensations of pain and pleasure, and J dominating him from above—just the two of them. The thunder filling the darkened room and the occasional lightning strikes. As if feeling their existence is the only proof of life, lightning flashes down—flash, flash—over his face that doesn’t move like a dead fish.

The man’s angry cock mercilessly tears through, stabs, and oppresses inside, endlessly tormenting him. Now he can’t tell where pain begins and where pleasure ends. Lukewarm tears stream down from the boy’s swollen eyelids. The man slowly kisses over the boy’s completely ruined face.

Ah… ah… ah…

Can the sound of a farming horn once heard on TV really resonate from inside a human body?

The more the boy’s contorted face appeals in pain, the more firmly the man’s cock fills him inside. He never thought such perverted desires could be latent within himself. He had only burned with deep betrayal and vengeance toward the lovers who left him, never particularly thinking his sexual preferences were sadistic or perverted.

But now, hearing the hoarse voice endlessly screaming shrill cries and moans like a beast in heat while completely pinned beneath him, he once again vulgarly erected his lower half as if by magic. After meeting another moment of thick ejaculation, the boy is shocked almost to the point of fainting at his action of forcibly twisting his waist and firmly pressing down. Fear explodes that he’ll truly be shattered this time, given how he’s been pounding madly until now yet acts nonchalant as if it’s not over yet.

“Ahhh! Hah… hnngh… St-stop… no… don’t…”

In the midst of dying, the boy, barely supporting his body through sheer willpower alone, raises his trembling wrists and frantically pushes away the man trying to cover and trap his body.

“St… stop! I hate it… I hate… I hate itttt…!!!”

With screams of refusal, he cruelly strikes both cheeks of the boy whose eyes are about to roll back, as if unable to allow even the moment of fainting.

“Ngh… hng, hng… hah… hng!”

Lips turned deathly pale trembling like someone just pulled from cold water, the boy mutters incomprehensible words again. Bringing his ear close to those lips with his head slightly raised, he couldn’t understand what was being said. J, with the feeling that this is the last time, spreads the firm buttocks apart with all his strength and aims precisely into the small hole glistening with blood, semen, and fluids like a bitch’s.

“Ugh… uah… uahhhhhhh…!!!!!!”

This was torture before it was sex.

Torture performed to bite and kill the other before it was sexual union.

Deeply impaled on J’s cock, the boy screams while shaking his waist. Clear drool flows down like a child’s from beneath his teeth that won’t close. In that state, J slightly thrusts up his hips. With a shallow groan, the boy now in a position riding on J’s thighs following the movement sways his body according to the waves J leads, as if riding a horse.

“You’re good at this.”

In the dizzying sensation of pleasure sweeping through like a storm, he moans with his eyes closed.

“You, you see. Your whole body is like a killer erogenous zone.”

“Hah… hnngh… ah…”

Nibbling bit by bit at the boy’s pale nape, he continues spouting meaningless words.

“How did you live before you knew this pleasure?”

He quickly swallows with his tongue the hot teardrops hanging from the half-crazed boy’s blinking eyes.

“How the hell did you live before you knew the taste of a man’s cock. You vulgar bitch.”

As the man increases his thrusting as if to crush him and bounces up once, the recoil drives his cock even deeper into the boy’s narrow, steep hole. Now even pain is no longer felt. Sensation that has reached absolute limits completely dominates his brain.

The fishy smell of blood and semen.

What occupies the boy’s brain is the particularly intense vibration of smell among the five senses.

The fishy smell.

This disgusting fishy smell.

A festival of fishy smells mixed with blood and semen.

Submerged in the sea vibrating with fishy smell, the boy finally completely loses consciousness in the man’s embrace.

***

PM 8:50

My love must be coming
The sound of night rain falling
The sound of my love’s footsteps
The sound of night rain falling

Hwi. Hwi.

Hwiii.

The man’s cheerful whistling.

His mood seems particularly good today.

K.

PM 9:00

K becomes peculiarly excited with an inexplicable thrill on days when thunder and lightning rage or heavy rain pours.

He sensed the dank smell of blood in the rain. As soon as he stepped foot at the entrance, the smell of blood dominating the entire house.

His whole body surges like a beast. Adrenaline shoots up in a flash.

“J.”

The surroundings have sunk even more heavily than usual. There’s no way the sharp K wouldn’t see through it.

“J, are you here?”

Creeeeak.

J emerges from the dark room without lights on, dressed in a neat nightgown.

His face is sunken dark and serious as usual. A subtle shower cologne scent wafts from him, as if he just finished showering.

K grins at him.

“Am I a bit late?”

“……”

Toward the silent J, he shakes a few bottles of soju contained in a black bag.

“It’s raining today too… and the collection went well for once, so I wanted to have a drink of soju. How about it?”

“Good.”

J takes a seat facing K at the wooden table. The elegantly classic-designed table, according to K’s taste, is among the most expensive furniture in this house. The fact that this scoundrel—whose means of making money are unknown—is crazy about furniture costing hundreds or thousands sometimes makes J laugh.

“J.”

K, who had been blinking and looking around as if viewing an unfamiliar place, speaks quietly.

“Do you feel it?”

“……”

“The house is vibrating with the smell of blood.”

With his beast-like developed sense of smell, K sniffs endlessly before J.

“There are types of blood smells too. The smell of blood spurting like a fountain from a freshly cut throat isn’t surprisingly strong. The fresher the blood, the more it hides its smell. So… this smell is more like…”

In the darkness submerged by rain, K’s scar marks twist peculiarly eerily.

“It feels like a female’s menstrual blood.”

“……”

“J. Don’t tell me you brought in a woman while I was gone? And a menstruating woman at that.”

“That’s nonsense.”

As soon as J snaps, K bursts into laughter as if he knew it.

“Then is this the smell of our cute Nastassja?”

Kururururu, kung!

Kwaruru, kwagwang!!!

Flash.

K, whose face had been twitching eerily under the falling white lightning, opens his lips.

“J. Where is my pretty little bear?”