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“HYAAAH—!”
Obscene wet sounds echoed.
The soft hole swallowed him to the root.
Even half-delirious, Seunghyun stared in horror at the bulge pushing out his lower belly. But the terror of being torn open paled next to the forced pleasure that terrified him more.
Every time Doyoon climbed higher, Seunghyun’s long legs kicked helplessly in the air.
Tear-soaked, he screamed.
“Hnngh— you— you’re insane—!”
“Yep.”
Flat answer—then Doyoon pulled almost all the way out and rammed back in with a wet smack.
Seunghyun couldn’t even choke out a breath; it felt like his body split in two.
Cheeks drenched, navel slick with precome.
That brutal cock pounded mercilessly.
Seunghyun shook like a paper doll on strings.
Every thrust frothed the come already inside him into white bubbles around the rim.
Doyoon suddenly yanked his arms, pulled his upper body upright, and sat him on his thighs.
Legs forced wide, chest to chest.
Doyoon dipped his head and latched onto a nipple.
Hot breath alone made Seunghyun arch back.
“Ah— ngh— wait— HAAH!”
A wet tongue sucked hard, like drinking milk.
Seunghyun clawed bloody trails down Doyoon’s back, but Doyoon didn’t flinch—he only looked more pleased the harder Seunghyun fought.
He gnawed obsessively on the left nipple.
“Hngh— hurts— no— stop—!”
Vision went white.
After devouring it raw, Doyoon grabbed both plump ass cheeks and started bouncing Seunghyun up and down like a toy.
The head speared impossibly deep; Seunghyun screamed.
“Ngh— aah— AH—!”
He tried to brace on his knees.
Doyoon shoved him flat again, flipped him over.
Now from behind.
Seunghyun couldn’t lift his torso—only his ass stayed obscenely high.
Doyoon loved the angle; he seized the hips and pistoned without mercy.
“Hn— ngh— ah— ahk—”
He was literally eating Seunghyun alive.
Every brutal thrust loosened Seunghyun’s eyes further.
Doyoon grabbed both wrists, yanked them back.
Sweat-soaked forehead lifted from the sheets.
Seunghyun rocked powerlessly like a prisoner broken under torture.
His half-hard cock dribbled pitifully.
“Hnn— ngh— h— h— h—”
Words were gone.
Then Doyoon growled like an animal and started jackhammering.
Seunghyun teetered on the edge of insanity.
Please— please end it— save me— I’m sorry— forgive me— He babbled anything.
Moments later, scalding floods of come painted his insides.
He felt branded, drenched in Doyoon’s scent.
The sensation of total conquest made him shudder uncontrollably.
Doyoon collapsed over him from behind like a sated beast, breath lava-hot.
He asked the sweat-and-tear-soaked man beneath him:
“Hyung, do you love me now?”
Seunghyun’s empty eyes leaked tears onto the sheet.
Voice hollow:
“…No.”
Doyoon nodded, unsurprised. Didn’t even look disappointed.
“Good. Then keep hating me.”
He turned Seunghyun’s chin and kissed him—like a man trying to steal everything.
[Seunghyun-ah, please call. I’m worried.] [Did you see Seunghee?] [I heard you were stopping in Canada on the way back from the US.] [Ah Mom, just saw this during layover.] [Told noona sorry for the wild goose chase.] [Heading to Africa soon.] [You never mentioned that…] [Isn’t that too dangerous?] [When are you coming back?] [Dangerous? I’m not a kid lol] [Not decided yet.] [Just traveling alone to clear my head.] […Fine.] [Still, call sometimes.] [Internet’s rare here.] [Don’t worry too much.] [Okay… call from a payphone if you have to.] [Doesn’t have to be your cell.] [It’s been a while since I heard your voice.] [Will do if I find one.]
In the car, Doyoon stared expressionlessly at the chat with Shin Mi-sun, then sighed.
“Annoying.”
The phone in his hand was Seunghyun’s.
For now he was still keeping up the “traveling” story with family and friends, but he was getting tired of it.
He could just cut contact completely and make Seunghyun vanish, but if he really disappeared, Shin Mi-sun or Choi Seunghee might actually file a missing-person report. Too much hassle.
Even if they did, they’d never find us.
At least Seunghyun had no stake in Haewon Group. If he’d owned even a single share, the board would have turned the world upside down looking for him. Thanks to Seunghyun’s lifelong disinterest in the company, things were easier.
Worst case, stage a disappearance in Africa.
No—Doyoon shook his head. Not yet. Adult children naturally drift from family over time. He’d just let Seunghyun become one of those cases.
He finished replying to a few more worried contacts, got out of the car, and pocketed the phone.
So many people kept messaging—it was irritating.
The only place with signal on this entire mountain was inside his Jeep.
Originally he’d installed internet only in the basement, but a week after bringing Seunghyun here—after knocking him out and taking his phone—Doyoon had cut every connection inside the house for good.
When Seunghyun realized, he’d starved himself for two straight days in despair.
Doyoon had been so worried he’d had no choice but to use “special methods” to tame him. Seunghyun had cried buckets, but after that he ate obediently.
Doyoon himself had never minded isolation—his whole life had been waiting and loneliness anyway.
He powered off the phone, checked his watch.
This morning he’d sent the caretaker for medicine, gauze, bandages—should arrive by tomorrow lunch.
After taking Doyoon raw for days straight, Seunghyun had started running a fever yesterday and could only whimper in bed.
Bruises would heal on their own, but cold sweats and high fever were a problem.
Until the caretaker returned, leftover antipyretics would have to do.
He should just admit it already.
Seunghyun knew perfectly well they weren’t brothers anymore, yet kept using that excuse—so Doyoon had taught him with his body first that they weren’t.
Seunghyun had only cried.
He was perfect in every way except caring too much about what strangers thought.
What value did faceless “society” have in their lives?
Because of people they’d never meet, Seunghyun had never once taken Doyoon’s feelings seriously.
So Doyoon was simply helping him focus only on him.
Yet Seunghyun kept denying his own heart and fighting back—it wasn’t easy on Doyoon either.
He sighed, opened the car door, and stepped out.
But the moment he entered the front door, the atmosphere felt wrong.
The housekeeper who was always on the first floor was nowhere.
No cooking sounds from the kitchen either.
Bad feeling.
Doyoon’s face hardened.
Silently, he slipped the stun gun hidden in the entryway cabinet into his parka pocket.
He walked without a sound.
Then—CRASH! Something shattered in the kitchen.
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You literally rape him and youthink he is olay to be lovers with you??? Are you insane? YOU RAPED HIM!!! And you think problem is being brothers??? This is sick!! İ wish this seunghyun choose to die over being with him, this is the first time I think like this but being dead is better than being with him!
Can’t be more agree