The boy’s enlarged pupils shake.
He chuckles as if the boy is truly lovely and kisses the cute bridge of his nose beaded with round sweat drops.
“Now that bastard will be in a state where even if he lives, it won’t be living.”
“……”
“Because he broke my precious possession.”
Catastrophe.
The two words catastrophe flash through his head like lightning.
It was a catastrophe.
J and K.
A golden opportunity to dispose of both these pieces of filth worse than trash at once.
The final means by which he can punish them.
To do that, he’ll need to use K.
Whether he actually enters the family register and becomes K’s son.
Or becomes his mistress.
Or becomes his skillful hidden male prostitute.
I must use K.
And I must manipulate K to aim the arrow at J himself.
Perhaps I won’t need to dirty my hands with filthy blood.
If I use my head well.
No matter how cunning they are, isn’t it the nature of males to even sell out their country before a favored woman?
For the first time since coming here, a faint smile appears on the boy’s lips.
And so he too…
Was becoming a demon just like them.
It was an inevitable choice to survive.
***
D-15
The imposing man who could make even burly men’s legs give out always kept the small, cute-looking boy by his side. His face holding the boy was utterly pleased, fitting the expression “doting beyond measure.”
The boy nestled quietly like a painting in the man’s arms was like a doll that made one wonder if he was really alive, except for his occasionally wavering black eyes. A young male prostitute with white skin and impressive slender lines that would appear in old Japanese paintings. A tribute item occasionally offered to shoguns or princes during the Warring States period.
He no longer hid his desires in secret corners.
He flaunted his pretty possession for all to see.
In fact, having his existence revealed on the surface was quite unpleasant. The boy endlessly questioned K’s intentions, which had changed remarkably since that night’s incident. The fact that he had a capricious personality with strong exhibitionism could be sensed to some degree from the conversations he’d had with J. But even so, he was a man as cunning and cruel as a snake. He was by no means an easy person.
The boy was still afraid that someone he knew might see him like this. No matter how hardened his heart and accustomed to living half like a doll, he still thought of grandmother and friends in a corner of his heart.
If they saw me in this state, clinging to a man’s embrace like a prostitute, prolonging this pitiful life.
How would grandmother feel?
Could Dowon still accept me as a friend?
Though he had a small and delicate build compared to boys his age, he was clearly of adult age. Even in high school, he was always mistaken for a middle schooler wherever he went, and when Dowon and his gang acted like adults and went to buy alcohol and cigarettes, his presence always exposed them as minors.
But even so.
The man’s strange desire to treat him like a young child even though he’s an adult was something Min couldn’t understand.
Perhaps he would never understand the man called K in his entire life.
His chaotic and dark desires. The pull toward dangerous immorality.
The man now brought the boy even into his office.
Almost daily, he holds the boy in his arms, puts him in the car, and commutes to the office. Even in the car, the boy had to doze off nestled in his broad, firm chest. He liked the act of playfully touching the boy’s deeply closed eyelashes that trembled finely. And kissing the bridge of his nose beaded with fine sweat drops.
He put a small bell that dangles on Min’s neck.
The boy’s heart darkened again at the thought that he had now become perfectly his possession.
“The 7th at 11. Samcheong-dong.”
The boy pretended to fall into a light sleep while nestled in K’s arms, sucking deliciously on the milk bottle he was feeding him.
“A very interesting show will be prepared.”
Glancing up to gauge K’s mood, he looked more energetic than usual. Perhaps because work was going well these days, he was especially radiating masculine confidence in all directions. Even to young Min’s eyes, the saying that if a man grasps money and power, he can command the world even past fifty didn’t seem to be idle talk.
“It’s a rail with not much left. All we have to do is not fall off until then. Originally, isn’t the thrill what makes riding a roller coaster fun?”
The person conversing with K was someone he’d seen once before.
A policy advisor to a certain legislator currently receiving overwhelming support as a presidential candidate, wasn’t it?
For Min, who was utterly ignorant in such matters, everything was just unfamiliar and incomprehensible talk.
Such men often visit K’s secret office.
Chaebol figures whose names alone any Korean would recognize, famous assemblymen and advisors. Even prosecution-related figures.
The place where Korea’s rotten filth gathers.
That place is this small office of K’s.
K momentarily grips Min’s body fiercely as he fidgets and looks away. Min, startled while holding the bottle in his mouth, glances around and again obediently gulps down the milk. The sweet scent of formula spreads throughout his body.
The young man before his eyes, who could be called an acquaintance, was trying hard to hide his expression pretending to be calm. But he must surely find it strange that K is holding a grown boy in his arms nonchalantly while feeding him a bottle. However, Min, who couldn’t know about the various chaotic hobbies of the rich, didn’t know that even worse things were taking place in the damp underground world.
After the man and several people escorting him left, K looks down at Min, whose eyes have already glazed over, with a satisfied gaze.
“Did you eat well and deliciously, my puppy?”
The boy meets K’s lecherous gaze. My Nastassja whose eyes still haven’t lost their innocence despite suffering so much violation.
The goods J brought always showed one or two defects somewhere. Thinking this would truly be the last time, thinking of it as being deceived, who knew he’d fish out such a treasure.
K truly liked this item, Min.
K, who was admirably stroking the boy’s head as he quietly nods, whispers softly.
“Good. Tonight I’ll feed you the master’s much more delicious cum.”
Ah.
Ahng!
Ahwang. Ahahng!!
Twisting his sweat-drenched body, the boy moans long with his mouth open. At the chilling sensation stabbing below each time he sways, the peak of pain and pleasure he should be used to by now goes crazily back and forth. But these two sensations were always newly rushing stimulation no matter how many times he experienced them.
The boy had now become a body that could feel perfectly only through stimulation from behind. Since he’d been trained for such a long period by the men’s hands, it was naturally inevitable.
Creak. Creak. Creak.
This small rocking horse made of the finest imported wood was K’s ambitious work gifted solely for Min. It took nearly two months for this rocking horse with an attached imitation cock to be completed. The finest plaything to satisfy the perverted hobbies of the rich.
K smokes a cigarette for a long time, watching the boy’s face moaning with a cock inserted. The writhing body overwhelmed by pleasure and the sensitive body reacting to pain. The flickering screams like sobbing and tear stains all over his face.
A beautiful sight I want to cherish in my viewfinder for life.
The thick, bumpy thing, seemingly molded exactly in the shape of a cock, crushes the tender barrier and thrusts in. Each time the rocking horse sways, the tender boy’s body heaves along with the vibration. Each time, screams that ring out as if fainting.
I think it’s like a pleasant melody.
He whistles for a long time to the melody of The Beatles’ “And I Love Her” flowing from the speakers.
He had the bottom, ruined by J, completely restored with the help of top-class medical staff. Of course, a lot of money went into that process… but indeed, what in this world can’t be done with the power of money? The older K got, the more he realized the absolute power of money and authority. Money to live, money to not be sick, money to do something. It’s even a world that needs money until you die.
Despite being restored and returned to its former state, perhaps because of the trauma from that time, the boy would occasionally convulse when he saw blood. When that happened, he would tremble madly while covering himself entirely with a blanket. K tried to calm the convulsing boy, but Min wouldn’t listen at all.
When a toy doesn’t listen, the reality is you can only discard it.
Being a coldblooded person without blood or tears, he was the industry’s number one in the skill of disposing of things the moment they broke without anyone knowing. But K, who hadn’t yet tired of playing with the boy, didn’t want to throw him away like this.
That’s why he had to be careful even when using such devices. He couldn’t know when the boy’s tender skin might get scraped and miserably ruined. This was also the first time he’d worried so much about the wellbeing of a toy he was playing with.
As a result, K didn’t spare the effort of spreading his legs open for a long time when playing on the rocking horse or occasionally enjoying tool play, loosening him until the hole was soaked with aphrodisiac gel.
When he buried his fingers in the boy’s warm insides and lightly touched the spot where he felt the most, he would cry out with the prettiest sound in the world. When loosened like this, there was definitely less blood, so the pain was less for the boy, and K also didn’t need to worry about the toy breaking, which was good.
As much as possible, for a long time with me…
Without breaking.
Let’s live like that. My Nastassja.
He smiles ominously and once again deeply takes in the sight of the boy mounted on the rocking horse crying out ahang ahang. The golden bell hanging on the boy’s neck rings beautifully—ding… ding… ding…—according to the rocking horse’s swaying.
The boy is seized by the fear that he’ll suffocate and die just like that from the man’s huge body rushing into him like a storm.
