“Ah.”

Just as Taeui was about to lift the third spoonful of porridge, Ilay murmured softly. Taeui glanced at him without turning his head, his gaze steady. With his eyes closed, Ilay’s voice dropped even lower.

“Once more.”

“Hm?”

“Your hands feel cool. I like it. It’s a bit hot right now.”

Taeui quietly studied Ilay for a moment. Then, setting the spoon down, he pressed the back of his hand to Ilay’s forehead once more. Taeui’s hands were warm, if anything, but there was no denying that Ilay’s forehead was even hotter.

“Should I get you a fresh ice pack?”

“No, your hand is better. Cool and gentle…… lukewarm. The other hand.”

“Yes, yes, feel free to use me as your personal cooling device.”

Taeui set the bowl of porridge back down and placed his other hand on Ilay’s forehead. Ilay, still with his eyes closed, rested quietly under Taeui’s touch. After a moment, he tilted his head slightly and pressed his cheek against Taeui’s hand. His cheek was hot too.

It was strange—so burning hot, yet so pale. The oddity of it all had Taeui staring, unable to tear his gaze away.

Suddenly, Ilay opened his eyes. As their gazes met – those pitch-black eyes locking onto his – Taeui froze, for no reason at all.

“While I was gone.”

“……?”

“Did our powerless Assistant Instructor Jeong manage to get by? Judging by that face, it seems you’ve had quite the clash with someone again. Who is it this time?”

Ilay’s gaze swept over Taeui’s temple, lingering there briefly before taking in the rest of his face, which was covered in bruises. It wasn’t anything new.

“What, are you planning to avenge me, oh mighty Instructor, if you find out who it was? It’s hard to say when the price for throwing punches could cost a life. Too risky for me to speak up. Well…… it would’ve been nice if you’d at least taken the chance to properly rest while you were out cold in a coma. But, unfortunately, that wasn’t an option. I was too busy checking every hour to make sure you hadn’t kicked the bucket. Barely slept, keeping an eye on whether you’d live or not.”

“Haha. 3 whole days—well, that’s hardly something an Assistant Instructor should have to endure.”

“If we’re being honest, though, the real mistake was befriending someone whose life is constantly under threat in the first place.”

After saying it, Taeui found it amusing. He glanced up at the ceiling for a moment before shaking his head with a wry smile. Befriending, huh? What a joke. Human relationships are a two-way street. Even if Taeui considered it a meaningful connection, it wouldn’t matter if the other person didn’t feel the same. In that case, there wouldn’t be a relationship to begin with.

Even if he wasn’t officially Ilay’s Assistant Instructor, Taeui would likely still have asked about him once or twice a day—nothing more than that. A reciprocal relationship with this man was simply impossible. Ilay seemed to share a similar sentiment, muttering: “Befriending, huh”, as a faint, enigmatic smile tugged at his lips.

“Other hand” – Ilay repeated, and Taeui obediently switched hands, placing the other on his forehead. By now, he thought, there wasn’t much difference between the temperature of his hands and Ilay’s face. Shaking his hand lightly as if to dispel the lingering heat, Taeui mused: ‘If he prefers my hands over an ice pack, maybe I should just grab some ice and hold it myself.’

“Jeong Taeui.”

The sudden sound of his name caught Taeui’s attention, and he turned to look at Ilay. It was rare for Ilay to pronounce his name so clearly, yet he wasn’t looking at Taeui. His gaze was fixed somewhere in the air, as if lost in thought, and he murmured to himself, almost like a soliloquy.

“So, 3 days…… it was you, wasn’t it……”

“……? Just so you know, all I did was check if you were alive—I didn’t do anything else. If you had some kind of terrible dream, that wasn’t me. Even if someone tried to harm you, it’s just a hallucination from being in a coma.”

Worried the conversation might take a strange turn, Taeui quickly clarified. The last thing he wanted was to hear something like: ‘I was in pain and completely out of it for three days, and it was all your fault.’ That would not only be troublesome but completely unfair. However, Ilay didn’t seem inclined to blame him. Instead, he remained lost in thought, staring into space. When Taeui’s words finally registered, Ilay slowly turned his gaze back to him. His eyes were smiling.

“I have a slightly better defense instinct than most people, so even when I’m asleep, I never completely lose consciousness. It’s the same even when I’m physically uncomfortable. There’s always a part of my awareness that stays awake. Whether I can move my body freely or not is a different matter entirely.”

Hearing Ilay’s slow words, Taeui quickly sifted through his memories of the past three days. He had only visited Ilay regularly to check on his condition—nothing more. He couldn’t recall doing anything that might warrant Ilay holding a grudge. For a moment, he wondered if he might have muttered some harsh, unpleasant insult in passing, but as far as his memory served, nothing like that had happened.

‘Thank goodness. Perhaps I’m the one with a strong defense instinct’ – Taeui thought. Each time he had come to check on Ilay while he was unconscious, he had muttered internally: “I knew this would happen to you someday. Treat people the way you do, and this is what you get, you idiot. Serves you right.” Now, he felt relieved that none of those thoughts had ever slipped past his lips. 

“The guy who always caught people like catching rats* ends up like this.—was it that strange to see?”

(*쥐잡듯 잡아대던: caught people like catching rats => treated people like dirt)

Ilay spoke with a calm smile. Taeui’s hand, still resting on Ilay’s forehead, flinched ever so slightly. Noticing the reaction, Ilay’s smile deepened.

Damn it. He heard that.

Taeui rolled his eyes halfway and subtly averted his gaze. Ilay must have been out of it with that high fever—so when the hell did he manage to hear that?

“Anyway, the important thing is, you woke up like you were supposed to, didn’t you? So, we’re good, right?”

As Taeui hesitated, mulling over how to respond, Ilay smirked as if he could see right through his thoughts. Frowning slightly, Taeui racked his brain, wondering if he really had said something so damning. Realizing that staying silent would probably only make things worse, he decided to strike first.

“Yeah, good job waking up. Don’t go collapsing again—it doesn’t suit you. Especially when you’re still burning up like this.”

But, as is often the case with words, the moment Taeui said them, he actually started to feel that way. It was the kind of thing others might laugh at, but seeing someone who was usually not just full of energy but downright intimidating now so weak and listless—it was almost enough to make him feel sorry for the guy…….Almost. The thought alone was enough to make Taeui want to laugh at himself.

Feeling that the hand resting on Ilay’s forehead was growing too warm, Taeui switched to his other hand and, with a sigh, asked:

“If you were awake enough to hear everything, couldn’t you have said something? Why make me worry like that?”

Ilay’s expression suddenly shifted to something peculiar as he silently stared at Taeui. Then, a faint, ambiguous smile tugged at his lips, as if he couldn’t decide whether to laugh or not. He studied Taeui intently, as though observing some rare, strange creature, before letting out a quiet chuckle.

“I wasn’t clear-headed enough to actually respond. After all, this is the first time I’ve been this sick since I had measles as a kid. All I could do was make sense of what was being said around me.”

“Sounds like you really did have measles, huh.”

“I thought even measles would steer clear of you.” – Taeui muttered bluntly. Ilay responded with an amused tone, as if finding him ridiculous.

“I’ve been saying some rude things, but for the record, I’m just an ordinary human who has gone through all the sicknesses and grown up normally. Measles—Didn’t most of us catch it at least once when we were young? You must have caught it too.”

Taeui chose to ignore the first comment altogether and responded calmly.

“Hmm. I think it was when I was three? Apparently, I had it pretty bad. I don’t remember it myself, but they say I was sick all the time as a kid. So, catching measles wasn’t exactly a big deal.”

“Measles does spread easily…… You must have been lying there sick next to Jeong Jaei.”

“Who knows? I don’t remember much from back then. As far as I can recall, both my brother and I grew up healthy.”

Taeui fell silent, his tone vaguely uneasy. He didn’t want to linger on the topic of his brother. It felt strangely like tossing a piece of meat to a predator, leaving him with an inexplicable sense of caution.

“Even if people say things like ‘Gilsangcheon’ or whatever nonsense, we both grew up normally—getting sick, playing around, just like anyone else. My brother, and me too. ……If someone truly brought blessings, they wouldn’t let the people around them fall ill, would they?”

The last words sounded more like a murmur to himself, not something spoken with the intent of being understood. And in truth, they were just that—an idle thought spoken aloud.

Taeui suddenly felt burdened by Ilay’s unreadable, pitch-black eyes fixed intently on him. The silent gaze weighed heavily, prompting him to pull his hand away from Ilay’s forehead. The heat had fully transferred by now, leaving neither coolness nor relief.

“Yeah. You’re definitely not my ‘Gilsangcheon’. Being around you doesn’t mean I can drink poison and come out unscathed, or avoid it altogether. To me, you’re just an ordinary, average human being. Nothing more.”

As Taeui picked up the bowl of porridge again, he glanced sideways at Ilay, who was murmuring softly to himself, as if lost in thought. Taeui wasn’t the type to feel offended or sensitive over something like: “You’re just another ordinary person.” Still, Ilay seemed unusually talkative today, which was unlike him.

“Finish this and get some sleep. Seeing you like this, you’ll probably feel much better by tomorrow.”

“Or maybe you’ll bounce back with that monster-like recovery of yours.” – Taeui added, cutting off his own words.

Even as Taeui lifted a spoonful of porridge to Ilay’s lips, he didn’t open his mouth. Instead, he just stared at Taeui quietly before suddenly letting out a faint chuckle. Slowly, Ilay moved his hand to massage his opposite wrist and arm. That pale, almost ghostly hand moved so deliberately that it somehow grated on Taeui’s nerves, like the faint scratching of a tiny bug gnawing away at his patience.

“Still, it’s not so bad. No, if I had to say…… it’s less bad and more like――――.”

Ilay trailed off, as though caught in his own musings, but his murmuring stopped abruptly, and he quietly lifted his gaze to the ceiling, as if his thoughts had just hit a wall.

Ilay’s eyelids flickered once, a slow, deliberate motion. The hand that had been methodically massaging Taeui’s arm, as if loosening stiff muscles, came to a stop. His train of thought seemed to hit a wall, leaving him staring intently at a single point in the empty air. Eventually, his gaze dropped, and he looked at Taeui, his face unreadable, devoid of any emotion.

‘This isn’t good. Something feels off.’

The fact that Ilay, who could casually smile while snapping a person’s neck, now wore no expression at all—it wasn’t a good sign. But more than that, it felt deeply unfamiliar. Those pitch-black eyes, void of any light, seemed unsettling in a way even more unnerving than when he grabbed someone’s throat without hesitation.

“……Not eating?” – Taeui asked cautiously.

Taeui spoke as calmly as he could, setting the bowl down with deliberate care. Staying here any longer didn’t feel wise—it couldn’t possibly lead to anything good. After all, Ilay wasn’t exactly in his right mind right now. He looked normal enough, but the way he occasionally spoke, those strange shifts in tone, were clearly off. And who could guarantee he wouldn’t snap without warning? Maybe drive the spoon straight into someone’s throat or shatter the bowl and use its jagged pieces to cut someone’s neck…… 

“I never said I wasn’t going to eat.”

Ilay said quietly as Taeui set the bowl down. A flicker of something resembling a smile appeared in those dark eyes that had been studying Taeui so intently. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, it felt as if even a single moment of letting his guard down would be the moment his breath was cut off. Taeui released the bowl with deliberate care, inch by inch, as though moving too quickly might set off some invisible trigger. Trying to keep his voice steady, though it sounded faintly rigid even to his own ears, he replied: “Alright. Let’s finish this, then.”

“Since you’re moving around, it looks like you’ve got enough strength to hold a spoon. So, feed yourself. I’ve confirmed you’re still alive, and with that, I’ll be going now.”

“You’ve probably finished all your tasks for the day anyway, so what’s the rush?” 

Ilay spoke with a smile, his voice low and smooth—like the kind of voice a witch might use to lure a child into her trap. It was a sound that deliberately buried its true nature deep beneath the surface.

‘What’s with this guy?’ – Taeui thought – ‘Why is he suddenly using that silky catlike tone?’

It didn’t sit right. No matter how he looked at it, the signs felt ominous—uncomfortably so.

Just as Taeui slowly withdrew his hand and began to push himself up, putting weight on his legs, Ilay let out a quiet sigh and closed his eyes. In that moment, the exhaustion of 3 days of high fever seemed to settle over his pale face, and Taeui, almost involuntarily, hesitated.

“……Would you like to sit down for a while?” 

‘If I prop him up with a pillow, it’ll be easier for him to eat. Maybe I’ll help him with that much and then step away.’

After a moment of hesitation and mumbling to himself, Taeui noticed Ilay open his eyes again, looking at him silently. He didn’t say anything, but he also didn’t refuse. Taking that as permission, Taeui stepped closer and bent down to help support him.

Ilay’s face moved closer, so close that Taeui could feel his presence just by the shift in the air. Then it came—a faint laughter-tinged voice brushing against his earlobe like a whisper carried on the wind.

“You’ve got great instincts…… but sometimes, your judgment just can’t keep up.”

“What……?”

It was a low, weak voice devoid of energy. Just moments ago, Ilay had been slowly, almost listlessly, massaging his wrist and arm, as if testing how much movement he could manage. His actions were sluggish and lacked strength. But the instant Taeui reached under his shoulder to help him sit up, that pale hand moved with startling precision, gripping Taeui’s elbow firmly. The overwhelming strength in that grip betrayed every appearance of frailty.

“……!!”

In an instant, the world flipped upside down.

The hand gripping Taeui’s elbow moved in perfect sync with another—clamping down forcefully just beneath his chin, tilting his head back with an unrelenting grip. The sudden, brutal motion threw him off balance, leaving him reeling.

Taeui sucked in a sharp breath as he realized he had lost control of his body, suspended momentarily in the air. The mattress behind him was soft, but the springs failed to fully absorb the sudden impact of his fall. The man who had just been lying on that same bed moments ago, seemingly on the verge of death, had hurled Taeui onto it with alarming force. By the time Taeui coughed out a breath and opened his eyes, Ilay was already atop him, pinning him down.

“Did you feel like it wasn’t?”

Ilay was smirking. Taeui blinked once, unable to immediately grasp the meaning behind his words, then scowled, his face twisting in frustration. He didn’t know exactly what was going on, but one thing was certain—this situation was anything but pleasant.

“Did you sense it? That it was dangerous? Then you should’ve bolted the moment you felt it.”

Taeui lay there, quietly staring up at Ilay, who continued to speak in riddles. After a moment, he sighed bitterly and muttered under his breath.

“What’s this about? What are you so unhappy with? Was the porridge too bland? Or is it that being around me doesn’t make you any luckier? If it’s the first one, maybe that’s a little on me. But if it’s the second, that’s not exactly something I can control.”

Ilay was the kind of person who could do something crazy without reason, so if he simply said: ‘Just because’, there wouldn’t be much Taeui could do about it. Still, if he could get Ilay to keep talking; maybe, just maybe,……a miracle of an opportunity to break free might arise in the meantime.

But it seemed as if Taeui’s words didn’t even reach Ilay’s ears. Instead, Ilay asked something completely out of context, as though his thoughts were running on a completely different track.

“During the war, imagine a soldier deployed on a mission, on the brink of death after days without food or water. If you offered him a meal or a woman, statistically speaking…… which do you think he’d choose?”

Ilay’s tone was playful, the final word drawn out as though it were part of some dark joke. His breath, tinged with laughter, hovered just above Taeui’s face, unnervingly close.

‘No way!’ – Taeui thought, a chilling possibility crossing his mind.

For three days, Ilay had been bedridden, unable to move. He hadn’t eaten a thing. Even now, though he had barely regained consciousness, his body was still burning with a relentless fever. Yet the hand gripping Taeui’s wrist, the forehead brushing against his neck, and the breath spilling across his chest were all searingly hot, as if on fire. It wasn’t long ago that Ilay had to test his own movements by carefully flexing his fingers, then his wrists, and then his arms, one by one, just to check if his body would respond. By all logic, he shouldn’t have had the strength to move freely, let alone this.

Taeui tried shaking the hand gripping his wrist, over and over again, but it didn’t budge. For a brief moment, he wondered if Ilay had somehow channeled every ounce of strength left in his body into that one hand. But no, the weight pressing down on him was just as immovable as the iron grip on his wrist.

“Ilay! ――― Hey!”

Taeui shouted in frustration, his voice growing sharper with anxiety. In response, only laughter came back. The lips that had been hovering near his ear now slid along his cheek, and before he could react, sharp teeth sank into his lips.

“Ah! ――― Damn it, that hurts! Hey, what the hell? Why are you suddenly acting like this? A guy who hasn’t even had a proper meal—how the hell are you this strong? Just……just wait till you’re better, okay? Wait till you’re better!” 

This damn bastard seemed intent on playing his twisted games again. Taeui shouted several more times, but no response came. As if Ilay had gone deaf, he gave no reaction beyond the occasional faint chuckle as his hands moved slowly over Taeui’s body. This was different. Unlike before, there was no playful banter, no teasing remarks, no lighthearted taunts. At least in the past, there had been a sense of ease, even humor—Ilay would laugh, crack jokes, or keep a conversation going as he toyed with him. But now? Silence. Absolute, unnerving silence. Ilay moved with unhurried deliberation, ignoring every word that came out of Taeui’s mouth, as if he had decided not to hear him at all. The calm, detached way his hands roamed over Taeui was unsettling, making it clear that no amount of shouting would break through.

“Hey, I said wait until you’re better! You were half-dead just a moment ago, and now you’re burning up with a fever—what the hell are you doing? Get your temperature down, regain your strength, and then do whatever this is. Have I ever said no to you……?” 

After saying it, Taeui couldn’t help but feel a little pathetic. He sighed and muttered to himself. Come to think of it, he realized Ilay had occasionally climbed on top of him in moments like this, but Taeui had never truly refused him. Sure, part of it was the resigned thought that any rejection probably wouldn’t make a difference to Ilay anyway. But another part—one he didn’t like to admit—was that Ilay’s persistent teasing would eventually wear him down, leaving him to go along with it naturally. ‘Guess I don’t have much of a sense of chastity after all’ – Taeui lamented briefly to himself. With that thought, he gave another attempt to shake free the hand gripping him, though the effort seemed as futile as before.

As expected, the hand didn’t budge an inch.

A faint chill settled in Taeui’s chest—not quite fear, but a vague unease. This didn’t feel like a true crisis. If it followed the usual pattern, Ilay would mess around for a while, indulge himself, and then back off on his own. They’d gone through this routine before, and this felt like just another round of the same twisted game they’d played countless times.

But the sheer, monstrous strength was something else entirely. It was impossible to believe that this was the power of someone who had just woken up after being in a coma for days. Even more so, considering he was still burning with a high fever. What’s more, Ilay was holding down both of Taeui’s hands with just one of his own. Taeui had always thought of himself as having at least the average strength of a grown man, if not slightly better. Yet here he was, utterly unable to overcome the grip of a single hand. It was almost absurd.

‘People always said crazy guys are strong, and I guess they were right. Guess there’s truth to those old sayings after all.’

“Hey, Ilay……”

“You said you wouldn’t refuse me, didn’t you?” – Ilay cut him off, his voice calm yet carrying an edge that made Taeui tense.

For the first time, Ilay responded to Taeui. Though it wasn’t so much an answer as it was a question—or perhaps a confirmation, laced with a faint trace of mockery. The subtle derision in his tone made Taeui furrow his brows in annoyance.

“When have I ever run away when you came at me? Never, right?” – Taeui shot back, irritation creeping into his voice.

“Hmm. So, you really wouldn’t refuse me…… —even if I do this?”

Ilay’s laughter brushed against Taeui’s ear as his hand moved, tugging Taeui’s pants further down. Already barely clinging to his hips, they slipped past his thighs with ease. The fabric bunched around his legs, effectively binding them and making it even harder for him to move.

The groin was exposed. It should have felt cool in contact with the air, but instead, it became even hotter. This was due to the direct contact with the body heat of Ilay, who was pressing down from above. Somehow, Ilay’s lower body, skin bare, was pressing against Jeong Taeui. It was not just imagination that it felt hotter than usual. The whole body felt like a burning lump. The mouth that suddenly bit at Jeong Taeui’s chest and then strongly licked upwards with the tongue, the hand that grabbed Jeong Taeui’s hand, the other hand that pushed behind the knee to spread the thighs wide, and the genitals rubbing in between.

It really felt like he was going to get burned. Taeui was suddenly scared. There was no way he would get burned, but if it was this hot……

“Hey. Really, let’s do this later. Do you not know how hot you are right now? You’re out of your mind…… Even though your body is already like a fireball, don’t you know that if your fever goes up, your body will be completely ruined?”

“Haha, let’s stop because of me……?”

“You said you wouldn’t kick me out later. You crazy person, think about your body!”

Taeui shouted angrily. But even after being cursed at, Ilay seemed to be in such a good mood – proving he was certainly not in his right mind – that he quietly laughed. The flesh rubbing against the end between his legs lifted even more.

“It’s just that I have a slight fever, but my mind is perfectly clear, you know. I remember exactly what dreams I had while sleeping.”

Taeui frowned at Ilay’s murmuring.

“Dreams……? Are you doing this to me because of a bad dream?”

“Um———something like that. I didn’t originally intend to go this far, but I’m in a good mood, and more than anything, it’s pulling so hard below that it hurts…… but having one hand tied is inconvenient.”

Ilay, murmuring as if to himself, tightened his grip on Taeui’s wrist. Suddenly sitting up, he pulled a blanket lying next to him. And then, with one end in his mouth, he easily tore it.

Taeui was watching with wide eyes, not even knowing what Ilay was up to, saw him easily tying several layers with one hand and his mouth, then starting to tie Taeui’s hands.

His hands had been restrained before as well, but being bound was a completely different feeling, and Taeui’s face hardened. He suddenly began swearing madly and flailing his hands. ‘This isn’t it!’ – He thought. When Ilay easily tied his wrists to the head of the bed and sat on Taeui’s chest, smirking down at him; a bad premonition spread thickly in Taeui’s heart, turning him pale. This is dangerous. It’s not good. At the moment he saw Ilay lick the blood oozing from his fingers scratched by Taeui’s flailing hand, the feeling rushed into reality.

Moreover, while Ilay was tying Taeui’s wrists, his groin inevitably came close to his collarbone. His eyes couldn’t help but notice the erection jerking just beneath his chin.

Goosebumps ran down his body. Seeing it was indeed terrifying. The dark red thing, stretched long, looked like it could poke Taeui’s chin if Ilay pushed his waist forward even a little.

After licking the blood off his fingers, Ilay seemed to understand why Taeui suddenly turned his head away with a distasteful look. He suddenly laughed.

“It’s troublesome when you make such a displeased face. Today, you absolutely have to get along with this thing.”

He gently grasped his penis and lifted his hips off Taeui’s chest. The thing that had been under his chin moved to just in front of his face. Up close, the meat looked even more hideous.

But Taeui stubbornly stared at Ilay. It took him a moment to interpret what Ilay had just said.

“What…… Get along with it, my ass, with that monstrosity!”

“A monstrosity. That’s harsh. But it’s the one that played so well together, nudging heads with your thing all this time, but saying that makes it sound pitiful. Plus, you should consider that it’s something you’ll need to eat from top to bottom amicably. Right?”

“You—……!”

He was about to yell. He was about to curse extensively. But Taeui had to close his previously open mouth again. As soon as he opened it, Ilay tried to push his penis in. As the thing brushed his inner lips, Taeui was horrified and turned his head. For a moment, it felt like he couldn’t breathe. The sensation of the glans’ tip slightly entering his mouth lingered, and Taeui turned his head while spitting toward the floor. In his ear, he heard an unperturbed voice.

“Oh my, you have to open wide. Otherwise, it won’t even go in properly. Even if you open as wide as you can, I’m not sure half will fit.”

“You crazy bastard—……! Don’t you have anything better to do than this kind of shit, you lunatic! Fine, go ahead, try putting it in! Let’s see if I won’t bite it off! Go ahead and see which is tougher, your damn cock or my teeth!”

Taeui screamed madly. If his hands had been free, he would have gone wild. He tried to swing his knees up to hit the crazy man in the back, but even that was blocked by the weighty hand pressing on his abdomen with his hands tied behind him.

“Jeong Taei. If you don’t do a proper job of sucking it, you’ll be the one who suffers. Unfortunately, there’s nothing to use as a lubricant right now.———Ah, though I do have a few cans of the beer you like, but that’s not enough to use as lube.”

“Liqu—…….”

He’s nuts. He must have gone insane after having a fever. He wasn’t a normal guy, to begin with, but he wasn’t crazy like this before; he’s not in his right mind.

Unable to speak, Taeui could only stare at Ilay, who regretfully pressed his thumb on Taeui’s lips. Shocked awake, he tried to bite that finger, but it deftly evaded him.

“Don’t think about shoving that monstrous thing at me, I’ll really bite it! Why don’t you just play your usual games and let this go, suddenly doing this, you crazy bastard!”

As Taeui screamed, Ilay pretended to sigh. His slightly pitiful murmuring voice disgustingly pierced the ear.

“Taei, you’re not a particularly dumb guy, yet being with me all this time, why can’t you properly understand my personality? When you act like that, it makes me want to do it more.”

“You crazy bastard……! Let’s see if you can still say that after it’s bitten off!”

“Fine. In that case, I’ll have to change the sequence a bit. I’ll let you know, Taei, you brought this upon yourself. If you had obediently sucked when I told you to, you wouldn’t have had to work so hard. Don’t regret it.”

“Wha—……!”

Ilay moved off Taeui’s chest. Even though the weight that had been pressing down on his chest was gone, he still felt suffocated. No, it felt even heavier. Ilay’s expression as he slowly moved down to the foot of the bed while gently fondling his own genitals was no different from usual. As always, he was relaxed and indifferent. That made it even more eerie.

Taeui’s eyes caught sight of Ilay’s nodding genitals in his hand. Just seeing it made his face involuntarily scrunch up; it was already erect to its limit. And that object, which stood higher than usual, was even bigger in reality than Taeui remembered.

That’s impossible. There’s no way such a thing could be attached to a human body. No, that guy wasn’t human.

Ilay glanced at Taeui’s pale face, which had stiffened in shock, and chuckled. With that same smiling face, he slowly climbed over Taeui. In the process, the tip of his genitals brushed against the thigh. At that moment, chills ran down Taeui’s spine.

This crazy guy, it wasn’t a joke. He wasn’t just going to rub and finish.

“Ha, no—don’t……!”

“It’s too late.”

Ilay easily interrupted the words that Taeui barely managed to utter with his frozen tongue. And he forcibly spread Taeui’s thighs wide. The hands holding the backs of his knees felt like they weighed a ton.

“Aha, I see.”

Ilay’s chuckling voice rang out. He was staring intently at Taeui’s crotch. His gaze was scrutinizing it, as though licking every inch of the groin that likely matched Taeui’s face—pale and ashen. Suddenly, he lowered his head. When the beast-like canine made contact with the sensitive skin, Taeui gasped. It seemed he might bite and tear him apart. He was enveloped by hot mucous membranes. The sensation of hot water pouring over his groin caused Taeui to flinch, drawing back. He snapped his eyes open and lifted his head. Ilay licked Taeui’s genitals from between his legs before sucking them into his mouth.

“Ugh……!”

Taeui recoiled. It felt like he was burning. The inside of the mouth, filled with heat, was unbearably hot. The force with which he sucked vigorously felt like it might rip the thing out. The stimulation, intense enough to be painful, took his breath away.

“Ah, ha,—……uh—……!!!”

His toes curled involuntarily. Twitched, twitched; his toes wriggled against his will. It was the first time he experienced such intense stimulation. Without adjusting the force, he sucked greedily like a baby nursing from its mother. There was not even any pleasure. It was hard to perceive it as pleasure; it was merely ‘an intensely potent stimulation enough to make one see white.’

Despite the stimulation that was suffocating, he sensed his genitals rising. It was so remarkable. Despite the sensation not being perceived as pleasure, the genitals were rising. Due to that sensation akin to pain, Taeui couldn’t feel any other sensation for a while. The thumb that seemed to be grazing over the slightly hollowed entrance below the genitals suddenly dug in up to the knuckle. To prevent him from feeling that eerie discomfort gnawing and widening the inside, Ilay was gnawing on Taeui’s genitals while sucking intensely.

“Stop, stop, stop, ah, haa— ……!”

The corners of his eyes grew hot. Even if he tried to regain his senses, the rough sensation that did not let him discern if it was pain or pleasure kept him from doing so.

“Didn’t taste as bad as I thought. It’s my first time sucking a man’s genitals, so I thought it would be more unpleasant. At this rate, I wouldn’t mind doing it every night……Oh dear, Taei. You shouldn’t be gasping like that already. It’s going to hurt a bit more from now on. But you won’t die, so don’t worry too much. Now—…….”

Ilay’s voice sounded as if it were coming from a distance. The intense sensation finally disappeared. He could still see his genitals standing tall in his blurry vision amidst the tingling residual sensation. Crazy guy. Crazy bastard. Those words echoed in his foggy mind. Struggling for breath climbing up his chest, Taeui internally cursed several times.

However, even that train of thought disappeared into whiteness once more. Ilay leaned over Taeui’s body. After grabbing both of Taeui’s knees and lifting them, Ilay’s gaze lingered on the exposed groin as he slowly licked his lips. His breath seemed to grow excited.

“Such a spectacular view. Someone with this kind of kink would come just by looking…….Oh man. I’m at risk too. But that won’t do. No, it won’t. Taei, take a deep breath.”

A laugh was heard. It was low and gentle, but a spine-chilling laugh. In the next moment, Taeui stopped breathing. His breath climbed up to his throat, and his mind went blank, yet he couldn’t breathe. Only repressed moans occasionally emerged from his open mouth. Even that was too faint to be heard.

There was something unfamiliar moving between Taeui’s legs. Though things might have come out, nothing had ever gone in through the narrow hole. Ilay’s penis was pushing through the folds. At first, not even half of the glans managed to enter. The entrance was stretched open as if each fold had to open up, yet it got stuck below the glans.

“Il, Ila, I, save, save me—…….”

He thought he was going to die. He truly believed this man would end up killing him. Fear, more than pain, struck him first; frantically, Taeui opened his eyes wide, staring at him. Ilay suddenly frowned. With a heat-flushed face, he was pressing his hips closer; he clicked his tongue low and sighed, bending his body.

He really intended to kill. Even with his mouth wide open, he couldn’t breathe, and Ilay matched his lips to Taeui’s mouth. Then, he thrust his tongue inside.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. Just hold on a little longer. It’s okay. Now, breathe. I told you to inhale. Now, exhale slowly, matching your breath to mine.”

It was an unnervingly gentle voice. Unlike just a moment ago, the horrid object slicing through his groin below the waist was unimaginable with such a kind and tender voice. The voice, undoubtedly Ilay’s, was one that this devil-like man could never produce.

Taeui clung to that hallucinatory voice. He matched his breath to the air blown into him by the soft sucking of his lips, as if receiving artificial respiration. When Ilay exhaled, he inhaled, and when Ilay sucked in his tongue, he exhaled. After doing this several times, his breathing improved. However, the object that had burrowed halfway below remained unmoved, causing immense discomfort.

As soon as Taeui regained his breath, he cringed to escape the discomfort. The hot object retreated from his entrance. Ha, Ilay laughed as if incredulous.

“If you save someone from drowning, shouldn’t they at least offer their bundle as gratitude, hm?”

The gentle voice was nowhere to be found. The ruthless voice, just as cold, gripped Taeui’s buttocks with unmatched hands. Then, spreading them outwards to widen the entrance, he mercilessly thrust his hips as if driving in a nail.

“—……!!!”

No voice came from his gaping mouth. It felt like he heard the sound of flesh tearing. His moaning seemed wrong. That brief gasp, like an exclamation, escaped the lips of that damnable man.

“Finishing…… us off. Ha, ㅡ…… it’s…… really……you……killer.”

With words scattered sparsely, the gaze filled with madness rained down. Even as his mind blurred distantly, that gaze stuck vividly.

“Die……killing…… you……”

He managed only those words. Whether they heard or not, Ilay burst into laughter. He laughed pleasantly, refreshingly, and loudly.

“Well, let’s see how much you’re finished off. …… Oh dear, what should I do if you’re already crying?”

His hand approached and wiped Taeui’s eyes. It was only then Taeui realized his eyes were wet. Seeing the tears that had seeped out physiologically wetting his fingertips made him feel an overwhelming fury.

“YOU BASTARD, PULL IT OUT!! I SAID PULL IT OUT RIGHT NOW, YOU CRAZY BASTARD!! CAN’T YOU GET IT OUT NOW?!”

Taeui screamed and struggled like mad. It was incredibly frustrating that his hands were tied. Though he thrashed about wildly, his movements were thwarted when Ilay blocked him by grabbing onto his thigh.

“Is that so? Then I’ll get out as you wish. …… Ha. You clenched so tightly that I couldn’t pull out. You’re clinging so much.”

Ilay pretended to shake his hips a few times, then laughed lowly. There was heat in his laughter. With a few light pulls backwards, the flesh that seemed to pierce inside and cling to his flesh was pulled out with difficulty. Taeui screamed. Stars burst before his eyes. The phallus, which remained outside leaving only the glans inside, glistened menacingly. Bending over in discomfort with his legs in front of his eyes, Taeui closed his eyes. It was a horrific scene he never wanted to witness again. Who would want to see such a weapon, filled tightly and precariously inside his body, threatening to rip his thin skin apart?

“Hurry up and pull it out, you bastard……”

Already drained of strength, Taeui muttered with a choked voice. He wanted to cry out of helplessness and shame.

“I dreamed while sleeping for 3 days.”

But Ilay, showing no signs of pulling out, started speaking nonsensically, calmly tracing and rubbing the part where his own phallus overlapped with Taeui’s body. Taeui flinched and recoiled.

“You and that little runt were fooling around, having fun, and it looked really enjoyable. It didn’t seem that tasty, but that little runt was wriggling between your legs, enjoying himself so much, that it got me wondering exactly how delicious it must be for him to be like that. Got me thinking I should maybe snatch a taste.”

“What……”

“When I woke and saw you there, how could I help wanting to have a taste? It’s only natural to feel like wanting to try a taste, don’t you think?”

“…… Crazy bastard.”

Taeui whispered, gritting his teeth. He couldn’t understand why this lunatic was taking it out on him after having some nonsensical dream. He felt like an idiot for being worried that this lunatic would die.

“But you see, the thing is……”

All of a sudden, Ilay had a troubled expression. Clicking his tongue with a slight wrinkle of his brow, he looked steadily down at Taeui.

“Now that I’ve had a taste, I have a bad feeling about this…… Like it might be really, incredibly delicious.”

As soon as the words ended. The weapon that was barely hanging on the edge swiftly pierced back into the body. There was a thudding sound of flesh against flesh as his lower abdomen hit between the already spread buttocks.

It was only then that Taeui realized how horribly his own scream sounded. *Thud, thud*, the impact continued endlessly as if pounding the entrance with a fist.

The sensation at the entrance gradually disappeared. Instead, his stomach hurt. The flesh piercing through his intestines was filling his insides, making room for itself.

Maybe he had lost his mind for a moment. He might have fainted. It could have been just a moment, or maybe quite a long time had passed. When he came to his senses, Taeui was crying at the top of his lungs. He struggled and thrashed, his voice breaking into sobs from a throat so raw it felt as if the scent of blood might spill from it.

Despite his frantic struggles, Ilay was still settled between his legs, which were weakly twitching. The weapon, slick and drenched with blood and semen, was deeply embedded in his body, lingering momentarily. A hot liquid burst inside, filling him with a warm sensation. The memory of his body was astonishing, allowing Taeui to realize that he had been out of it for quite some time just moments ago. This lunatic ejaculating inside him wasn’t the first time. Taeui cried out, wailing in unbearable pain, resentment, and sorrow.

“This crazy bastard, I’ll kill you, you beast of a man,” – He kept murmuring in a barely coherent voice. A chill ran down his spine as Ilay withdrew his genitals from his body. Having fucked ruthlessly, it still wasn’t fully diminished. Taeui cried again.

“I told you, didn’t I? It’s better to go in order.”

Ilay whispered. Somehow the lips that barely touched his forehead and then retreated felt unreal, and Taeui glared at him vacantly with tearful eyes. Ilay gave a twisted smile, as if troubled.

“You shouldn’t look at a person like that. You should think about your body, Taei. Hmm?”

Are you going to break my neck because you don’t like my gaze? Do as you wish. In this situation, what more is there to lose? Taeui mouthed silently without any strength in his limp body.

Murderer.

Ilay seemed to read those words. After a brief laugh, he lay down on Taeui’s body. Instinctively flinching, Taeui’s cheek was bitten hard by him as he spoke.

“I thought I’d hammer away to your heart’s content until your lower hole was in shreds and then finally do your mouth once.”

Taeui stiffened. Just hearing those words made his spine go rigid. Just try it. Even if it takes all my remaining strength, I’ll bite it off and tear it apart for sure. Ilay, sensing the fierce expression, laughed again. He moved his hand down, caressing the entrance that was red and swollen after having devoured his organ for a long time earlier. Taeui’s body flinched upward.

“If it comes to it, I’m prepared for teeth marks if I have to force your mouth open and put it in there…… Oh, don’t be so tense. I do have some sense of mercy.”

If he had a bit more strength, he would have loudly cursed and mocked him, but he had none. Taeui just lay there, tears streaming down.

“But it’s not like today is the only day…… Besides, my body doesn’t feel quite right, so I’ve been feeling weak and dizzy since a little earlier. And though the mouth would be nice, the lower part also felt really good. So today, I’ll let it slide without putting it in the mouth.”

Ilay licked Taeui’s cheek. His tone, as if granting a favor, infuriated Taeui, making him want to punch the madman in his face, but his wrists were still tied to the headboard. His skin felt raw from being rubbed, as even a slight touch stung. Ilay continued to lick Taeui’s cheek, jaw, and lips. It felt like a cat lounging next to him, purring contentedly on a sunny spot, albeit an incredibly grotesque one.

If these wrists could just come free and if he could regain some strength, he would kill him right away no matter what it takes, he muttered through tears as his consciousness started to fade.

Just then, still not fully softened, Ilay’s member started to creep back between Taeui’s legs. His blurred consciousness snapped back to alertness. His groin, already void of sensation, was being rubbed as Ilay’s genitals pushed in again.

“Ugh……”

Having entered and exited dozens, maybe hundreds of times, it was already so widened that it couldn’t even close properly, yet it hurt enough to break a sweat. As Taeui’s body stiffened, the madman murmured soothingly, like talking to a child, saying: “It’s okay, it’s okay”, and kissed him.

‘You crazy bastard, try being underneath, see if it’s okay!’

At that moment, Taeui felt he might pass out more from anger than pain, glaring fiercely at him. Their eyes met. Like a beast that had its fill, Ilay smiled leisurely looking down at him, and as he adequately filled Taeui’s insides with his member, he sighed and lay down on top of him again. Right then, the heat felt vividly on his skin.

“Tsk. You’ve never experienced it, so of course you can’t properly control your body. It’s because you’re drained of energy……”

‘If I had been drained of energy twice, I would have died a hundred times.’ – Taeui thought it was all in his head as he felt his energy draining away. “If you have no energy, then at least get rid of the damned thing below……” – He tried to say, mustering the last of his strength, but he felt the energy slowly draining from Ilrai’s body, which was draped over him.

“……? Hey, you’re heavy. Don’t fall asleep, get off……”

He mumbled in a hoarse voice that was barely understandable, but there was no way Ilrai hadn’t heard it, yet he made no response. Taeui frowned. “Hey, you crazy bastard,” – He called once more, but still, there was no answer. All he felt was the burning, feverish heat against his skin and the sound of heavy breathing.

Taeui called him several more times and even threw out curses, but soon realized. Ilrai hadn’t fallen asleep. He had passed out again and was in a faint. In that moment, Taeui’s mind went blank. He was so filled with rage that it felt like every cell in his body was swelling. How dare you leave a person half-dead and go fainting instead.

Experiencing rage to the point of fainting was something Taeui experienced for the first time that day.