Chapter 46: Body Before Will

Thud.

With the sound, his d*ck buried itself all the way in.

A scream that couldn’t escape churned inside his throat.

At the same time, a languid moan spilled from above his head.

“Ha… f*ck… it feels so good, Han-geon.”

The muttered voice was soaked in heat.

He slammed in hard several times, then slowly pulled out, repeating the motion.

As if probing and savoring this insane act, Eun-gyeol’s movements were deliberate and unhurried.

Each time Eun-gyeol thrust into him, Han-geon’s entire body rang with a dull vibration.

The space that had been tightly closed was forced open, straining each time Eun-gyeol shoved his way in.

His d*ck burrowed stubbornly, as though determined to carve a path inside Han-geon’s body.

“…Ugh… ngh…”

Han-geon pressed his lips together, holding back the animalistic sounds threatening to burst out.

Watching him struggle to make no sound at all, Eun-gyeol’s lips curled upward.

Thud.

Suddenly, he drove up hard.

A weak, strangled sound leaked out despite him.

Apparently amused, Eun-gyeol tormented him like that again and again.

“Why bother holding it in, Han-geon?

Haah… it’s getting fucked either way—just make noise comfortably.”

“Ngh—stop talking shit…”

“I feel f*cking amazing right now… what about you?

You don’t like it?”

He wanted to shout at him to stop spewing nonsense, but Eun-gyeol didn’t even leave him the room to do that.

He slowly pulled out until only the blunt tip of the head remained, then slammed violently back inside.

The penetration was so forceful it felt like something was being crushed within him.

“Ngh—pl… please.”

Han-geon bit down until his lips bled, enduring the brutal thrusting.

He shook his head desperately, gasping for breath.

He tried saying stop, please, again and again—but every time, all he felt was the horrifying sensation of the thing inside him swelling even larger.

It seemed impossible now to persuade Eun-gyeol by invoking their friendship.

He had tried earlier and been met with nothing but mockery.

But he couldn’t just keep enduring this madness either.

With great effort, he opened his mouth and called Eun-gyeol’s name.

It was a painful truth for him, but maybe reminding Eun-gyeol of it would make him stop.

“Cha Eun…-gyeol.”

“Why.”

“You said… just imagining it made you sick.”

He spoke in a dying voice, casting a hollow look up at him.

“Then… why.

Why me…?”

Did Eun-gyeol know how miserable that sounded?

Of course he wouldn’t.

Han-geon had spent his entire life hiding those feelings so Eun-gyeol would never notice.

Having grown adept at concealing his emotions, he had clawed desperately to cover his wounds even then.

And yet now, Eun-gyeol was shamelessly prying those wounds open—casually overturning his own words.

He’d said it was disgusting, that he didn’t even want to imagine it—yet here he was, fully hard, taking Han-geon’s body without restraint.

Was this even physiologically possible?

Was it simply because of rut?

Could rut really… override a person’s preferences to this extent?

Not being a trait-bearer himself, Han-geon couldn’t know.

“Ah.

Right.

I did say that.”

Eun-gyeol let out a short laugh, apparently understanding immediately.

“Yeah.

It’s weird, Han-geon.

Even now, thinking about doing it with some omega like that—I feel like I’d tell them to get the f*ck out of my sight.”

“…Haa, ngh—wait, just—too…”

“But, Han-geon.”

Between his casual words, thud, thud, the sound of flesh slamming together cut in.

The merciless thrusting only grew more intense.

“Why does it feel this good?

f*ck—how can it feel this good?”

“Ah! …Ah, ngh!”

“You’re not even an omega—so why does it feel this good?”

Huh?

Han-geon.

Answer me.

As if urging a reply from someone who couldn’t possibly have one, Eun-gyeol dug in relentlessly, babbling in an unfocused voice as he pressed his body closer.

“Lift your ass higher.

I’m pulling out once, then starting over.”

What?

Before Han-geon could even ask back with his dazed expression, the thrusting suddenly turned violent.

As if everything before had been a joke, Eun-gyeol stopped holding back, slamming in harder and faster.

His balls slapped wetly, striking Han-geon’s ass again and again.

The sensation of coarse pubic hair grinding mercilessly against bare skin made Han-geon shudder in revulsion.

“…Stop… please… it’s too… deep.

My stomach… feels wrong…”

He forced out a few dying words, but all it did was pour oil on the fire.

Hearing that, Eun-gyeol fucked him like a madman—and even lunged forward to bite him.

His nape was clamped down on painfully; at the same time as flesh was torn, a metallic scent of blood filled the air.

“You crazy… bastard…”

With a choked sound, Han-geon buried his face into the bedding.

His bound hands were uncomfortable, and Eun-gyeol’s weight grinding against him was heavy.

From behind, the horrific pain continued, like something had been set ablaze inside him.

His neck and back—chewed at in places—throbbed dully.

But the most utterly trampled thing of all was his heart.

This situation was beyond horrific.

Not only had his feelings been exposed in the most humiliating way to his closest friend and the person he loved—he was being raped, his ass lifted in a ridiculous posture.

If this were a nightmare, he begged it would end here.

Without question, it was the most terrible nightmare he had ever had.

Was this punishment for secretly having nocturnal emissions over Eun-gyeol, for indulging in obscene fantasies, for masturbating to him?

If that was the case… hadn’t he paid enough already?

But cruelly, the dream didn’t end.

No—Eun-gyeol’s overpowering body scent against his skin, the pain and suffering being inflicted on him, mocked him into understanding that this had never been a dream at all.

Don’t cowardly call it a dream.

Open your eyes and face the reality you’re living through.

“Haa… f*ck… everything’s good, but it’s a bit tight.

Is it because there’s no slick?”

After shoving his cock in as he pleased for a while, Eun-gyeol muttered.

“Definitely inconvenient doing it with a beta.”

Eun-gyeol paused briefly.

Gripping Han-geon’s waist, he hauled his completely collapsed posture up—and then casually grabbed his d*ck.

Han-geon’s eyes flew open at the sudden stimulation in such an unexpected place.

“Wh-what are you—?!”

“Don’t like this…”

In a damp voice, the large hand began kneading Han-geon’s limp, unerect cock.

He frowned, muttering curses under his breath, as if displeased by something.

“Looks like I was the only one getting hard like a f*cking dog, huh, Han-geon.”

“Stop—please, don’t touch me there…!”

Han-geon shook his head, twisting his waist violently.

He could endure being fucked roughly from behind—he could think of it as violence that would pass eventually.

Enduring physical pain was something he was used to, thanks to his job.

But being touched there was different.

It wasn’t enough that he’d been suspected of sleeping around—he didn’t want to feel anything while being forced by the person he loved.

He’d lived his whole life like a spineless fool; he didn’t want to be that way even now.

“Come.

I’ll use it to lube your ass.”

The gentle voice issued the command.

He screamed no, f*ck off, but Eun-gyeol acted as if he couldn’t hear a thing.

Even so, the skilled hand stroking his cock felt dizzying.

He felt so miserable he might cry.

It felt that good.

Of course—it was nothing like doing it alone while imagining Eun-gyeol.

The hand shamelessly touching him now was the very hand Han-geon had secretly longed to have hold him just once.

The hand he had always thought beautiful was now gripping and shaking his cock with brutal insistence.

Realizing that in this moment made him feel like trash—but the melting pleasure pooling in his lower abdomen was impossible to lie about or suppress.

Still, he wanted to protect at least his pathetic last shred of pride.

He squeezed out his voice and begged.

“Please… st-stop.

Stop it…”

“Han-geon.

The more you beg me not to… the more I want to do it.

You know that?”

Eun-gyeol laughed lazily, whispering in his ear with a damp voice.

“I always thought guys who get off forcing someone who says no were all f*cking idiots.

But now I get it… haha.”

“Ah—haa—ngh…”

“Every time you make that sound, my d*ck twitches like crazy.

You feel it?”

Eun-gyeol muttered obscenely, snapping his hips.

His hand pressed down firmly over Han-geon’s lower abdomen, as if gauging the thing writhing inside him.

“You’re hard now too… must be feeling good, huh, Han-geon.”

He said it in a beautiful voice, smiling with satisfaction.

His movements grew faster.

The way he handled his cock was rough, yet it brought a pleasure so intense it felt like his cock might melt.

Eun-gyeol slowly rolled his hips.

The cock he held deep inside him ground warmly against his inner walls.

“Ngh, hhh… ah, ah…”

The moans he had been holding back spilled out helplessly.

The physical stimulation attacking him from both front and back was too much.

It was the kind of situation where tears should have been falling—but the person touching him was the one he had loved his entire life.

The pleasure crashing over him was irresistible.