Chapter 7: A Monster’s Act

The psychopaths depicted in media were invariably hedonists, blindly driven by their desires.

They were consumed by lust, a thirst for destruction, a need to dominate—even the sadistic urge to harm or kill. It was only natural that a monster so viciously selfish would have no qualms about harming others and society.

But perhaps God had shown Jung Ban-ri special favor. For He had stripped away not only Ban-ri’s emotions but also his capacity for pleasure.

Thanks to this, unlike other psychopaths, Jung Ban-ri’s desires were the very picture of tranquility. He felt hunger if he skipped a meal but no particular delight in eating something delicious.

He slept when tired but never craved the bliss of a comfortable bed. His s*x drive was no different; it was merely an unpleasantness that built up, then became less unpleasant once relieved.

For Jung Ban-ri, the optimal state was not ‘pleasure,’ but ‘numbness.’

Not stopping there, God had bestowed a second blessing upon Jung Ban-ri: his environment.

Ban-ri’s maternal grandfather was so wealthy that he could influence the very name of the region where he lived, and his mother was the director of the nation’s largest medical foundation.

His father, though he had passed away early, had been a politician once considered a future presidential candidate.

As their sole descendant and heir, Jung Ban-ri had been meticulously cared for. This led to the early discovery of his psychopathic tendencies, and he received a thorough education to ensure he could adapt to society.

In truth, ‘adapt’ was a modest word. Throughout middle and high school, Jung Ban-ri was a model for others, not just academically but in every aspect of his life.

And so, the fortunate psychopath underwent a rigorous socialization, acquiring the perfect skin of a human being.

That was why, until the very moment they were about to have s*x, In-tae had never imagined he would end up in bed with him.

Of course, he had been the one to open the floodgates, but he never thought it would actually work. Same-s*x relations weren’t illegal, but there were still social taboos.

And even now, nearly a year after their relationship had begun, he had never imagined having s*x with Jung Ban-ri in a place and time so forbidden.

“Hey, hey. Wait a minute. Jung Ban-ri, are you that drunk? No, no, there’s no way being drunk would suddenly make you this horny.”

In-tae answered his own questions like a madman, scratching his head roughly.

‘Let’s think this through.’

This monster, devoid of pleasure and so well-educated, couldn’t have had his dormant libido suddenly explode or been seized by a reckless desire for deviance, no matter how clouded his judgment was from alcohol.

But the alternative….

“Are you… are you incredibly pissed off right now, or something like that?”

If Jung Ban-ri’s level of displeasure was high… so high that he found it difficult to endure or control, rendering his ‘ordinary human’ act impossible….

‘Could he be pushing for s*x so forcefully just to get some relief? Would his ‘mood’ improve even slightly if his urges were satisfied? It’s better to use a slightly risky method to deal with it and prevent a bigger problem than to let the displeasure fester—’

“What on earth happened? Seriously, which bastard did what to you?”

The reasoning was sound, but he couldn’t even begin to guess the cause. A monster, emotionless from birth, was pissed off?

A man raised to be a model for others, to the point of attempting oral s*x in a shower room during an MT?

“In-tae.”

Instead of answering the torrent of questions, Jung Ban-ri simply said his name.

“Do you not want to?”

He cut straight to the point, asking about In-tae’s intentions. It was a question delivered so plainly and neatly that it hardly felt like he was asking, ‘Do you not want to give me oral s*x here and now?’

“Is it because you don’t want to?”

His voice, seeking confirmation, was soft yet clear, as if that were the only thing that mattered in this moment.

In fact, Jung Ban-ri had made it clear from the start that he wouldn’t talk about himself. That left only one thing to address… and the single question he had posed now echoed alone in In-tae’s once-cluttered mind.

‘Do I not want to do it with Jung Ban-ri, here?’

Of course not.

But it was far too dangerous. If they were caught, it would be over. The faces of Ban-ri’s mother and butler flashed before his eyes. How could he do this to the son they cherished like a precious jewel?

Even if they weren’t caught, his own morals and conscience… no, if he cared about that, he shouldn’t have started sleeping with Jung Ban-ri in the first place.

In-tae repeated the same rationalization he’d used nearly a year ago, just before they first slept together.

‘When will I ever get a chance like this again?’

“…Fine, let’s do it.”

He licked his lips, which were slick with the saliva that had pooled in his mouth.

“Hey, but don’t put it in too deep. I might make a sound without realizing it.”

Even half of Ban-ri’s length was enough to stimulate the back of his throat and make him cough. He ran a simulation in his head: he’d grip the shaft with his hand and work the tip with his mouth and tongue.

Jung Ban-ri didn’t like being touched, but it was the best option under the circumstances.

He started to kneel, but the man who should have been making space for him moved closer instead.

In an awkward posture, In-tae looked up. His back was against the wall; there was nowhere to retreat. Ban-ri, too, let out his red tongue, wetting his own lips as he whispered.

“Hurry up and take it off.”

Tonight, the monster’s impatient act was a masterpiece.

***

– Hey, why aren’t you guys back yet?

Ye-eun’s voice came through the phone.

– Everyone’s waiting for you!

“Hmph.”

In-tae hastily clamped his mouth shut. In his mind, flashing white, he recalled the conversation he’d had with Ye-eun at the pension.

‘So what do you two do all the time?’

The reason he could never answer that question. The reason his heart had pounded in his chest as he listened to Ye-eun conclude on her own that Ban-ri must be tutoring him.

And….

‘Yeah. When you’re studying with Ban-ri, let me join.’

The reason that suggestion had horrified him was precisely because of situations like this.

– Yoon In-tae? Are you listening? I think he fell asleep somewhere. Should I try calling Ban-ri?

That was absolutely not an option. In-tae sucked in a breath and answered in a rush.

“We’ll be there soon—Ugh!”

He choked back a moan and pressed the end call button. Looking over his shoulder, he hissed in a hushed voice.

“…I was on the phone!”

“I told you not to answer.”

“You crazy bastard. What if they came looking for us if I didn’t—Hrk!”

A powerful thrust against his hips made his arms buckle. He pressed his hot face against the cold sink, cursing inwardly.

Jung Ban-ri had truly lost his mind tonight, and he, who had fallen for it so completely, was clearly even crazier.

‘Take… my clothes off?’

When he heard the command to ‘hurry up and take it off,’ he couldn’t help but ask, ‘Really?’ It wasn’t as if Jung Ban-ri would get turned on or excited by seeing his naked body.

For him, s*x was nothing more than ejaculation achieved through genital stimulation.

‘Yes.’

Jung Ban-ri had replied nonchalantly, lightly licking his lips. The corners of his mouth, which curved as if into a smile whenever they parted, looked more sultry than bright in that moment.

Staring at those glistening lips, In-tae had thought…

‘Jung Ban-ri is finally going to give me oral.’

Looking back, it was an absurd notion. Jung Ban-ri, putting his mouth on him, on his d*ck of all places? But at that moment, it was the only thought that came to mind.

What other reason could there be for being told to undress after talking about oral s*x? Any sane ‘person’ wouldn’t think of having penetrative s*x in an unlocked shower room during an MT.

‘I was thinking too much by human standards, with a monster right in front of me.’

In retrospect, Jung Ban-ri had never once said he wanted oral s*x. That meant this monster had intended to do this from the very beginning.

Utterly clueless, he had been ecstatic. Though Jung Ban-ri had his germaphobia and viewed s*x as a mere release, he had learned etiquette and manners impeccably.

So In-tae figured he must have felt it was only fair to reciprocate rather than just receive one-sidedly. With that pathetic, self-serving thought, he had unfastened his fly faster than ever before in his life.

He was relieved that the briefs he had changed into after the foot-volleyball game were clean and fresh. The only problem was that Jung Ban-ri would have to get on the floor.

‘The floor’s dirty, so I’ll sit on the sink over there.’

Better to get his briefs a little wet than to make Jung Ban-ri kneel on a filthy floor. With that in mind, In-tae had approached the sink and was brushing off the water when it happened.

Jung Ban-ri’s long fingers pressed firmly on his upper waist.

A thrilling sensation shot down his spine, and his body flinched. Next, hard fingernails scraped his skin as his pants and underwear were pulled down in one motion. Startled, he looked up and met the man’s eyes in the mirror.

‘What….’

‘What are you doing?’

The words that should have come from his own mouth came from Jung Ban-ri’s instead. With his eyes fixed on In-tae’s exposed rear, Ban-ri tilted his head as if he couldn’t comprehend.

Then he continued.

‘You took them off. Now spread them, right?’

His tone was that of someone kindly explaining something obvious.

Just as when he had asked In-tae if he ‘didn’t want to,’ Ban-ri’s uniquely gentle and soft way of speaking had a strange, compelling power, more potent than any forceful command.

But if it had only been his deceptively smooth words, In-tae might have refused, declaring this madness.

As fate would have it, in the clean mirror, In-tae saw it.

He saw the unpleasant expression that had been etched onto that beautiful face all day slowly fading. By Jung Ban-ri’s standards, that meant his mood was ‘improving.’

And whenever that happened, In-tae found himself wanting to do anything for him.

“Spread them a little more.”

The moment In-tae pulled the flesh of his buttocks apart with both hands, a sensation of being deeply filled up to his navel rushed in.

“Hrk!”

A moan escaped despite his tightly bitten lips. He was trying desperately not to make a sound given the location, but the man was thrusting even harder than usual.

‘This damn monster! What will he do if we get caught?’

He wanted to snap at him, but he knew he would lose control of his voice if he opened his mouth. In-tae raised his eyes and glared at the monster in the mirror. All he could see was the top of Jung Ban-ri’s lowered head.