Chapter 111: The Unsettling Imitation

“What trick are you using to imitate that person? Cloning? To clone, you’d need a prototype, wouldn’t you? Did you dare to take their corpse?”

Facing the heavy standoff, Han Do-hoon laughed. His bright smile belied the clear fury in his words.

It was a deep, viscous emotion, so profound that one might not discern it without looking directly into his eyes. This long-refined, concentrated rage had solidified, clinging to him like a crystal.

“You must be… insane.”

“Fascinating. Even the voice is identical.”

His shattered shoulder screamed in protest. Sa-yoon winced, enduring the agony.

He refused to show weakness before this man, biting his lip so hard it bled.

Han Do-hoon, who had been trampling him with a smile, bent down. He planted his polished shoe back on the ground, then grabbed Sa-yoon’s collar where he lay prostrate and lifted him, scrutinizing him up close.

“Any normal person’s shoulder would have been torn clean off.”

Sa-yoon longed to spit on Han Do-hoon’s smooth face, but his lips, trembling with pain, refused to obey.

“I suppose I’ll have to see for myself just how perfectly you’ve been copied.”

“W-what are you doing, you crazy bastard!”

Han Do-hoon ripped Sa-yoon’s clothes. The shirt covering his upper body instantly became rags, falling to the ground, leaving him bare under the moonlight.

Scratches and scars marred his skin in places, remnants of lingering treatment side effects.

Some parts were Sa-yoon’s cells, others Rain’s, a brutal testament to the fusion process.

It was a sight that would repel anyone, yet Han Do-hoon ran his fingers over the skin without hesitation. Sa-yoon squirmed in revulsion, as if insects crawled over him, but his tormentor remained unperturbed.

As if mocking his feeble resistance, Han Do-hoon bound Sa-yoon’s arms behind his back. With his broken shoulder twisted, Sa-yoon thrashed, his hands tied.

The pain made his vision flash red, then black. A sensation from below snapped his tightly shut eyes open.

“W-what are you doing?”

Han Do-hoon offered no reply. Instead, he tore Sa-yoon’s pants with the same ruthless abandon he’d shown with the shirt.

Disregarding Sa-yoon’s struggles as he was instantly stripped naked, Han Do-hoon propped him against the tree and pressed his body close. Sa-yoon kicked out, repulsed by the unpleasant body heat, but Han Do-hoon merely caught his leg.

Naked and bound, Sa-yoon’s body trembled. His breath hitched. As awareness of what was happening dawned, an unprecedented terror seized him, causing him to writhe.

“Damn it. Let… let go, you pervert!”

The hand pressing down on his struggling body continued to roam, stroking Sa-yoon’s form, even sweeping into his deeply hollowed navel.

Sa-yoon’s body stiffened, trembling as he stared at Han Do-hoon. In the backlighting of the moonlight, his expression remained invisible.

“Let’s… talk, okay? Do you really want to do this with someone you were just fighting?”

No words returned. Instead, a large hand forced Sa-yoon’s legs apart. The cold air on his exposed lower body sent a flush of shame to his face.

“Han Do-hoon…!”

“It would be best for you to be quiet.”

A jolt shot through his broken shoulder. Sa-yoon stifled a gasp, clenching his teeth. His eyelids fluttered with pain.

The hand, which had been teasingly prodding his front, pressed against Sa-yoon’s dry opening. He shivered at the agony of the dry fissure being forcibly stretched open.

Han Do-hoon rubbed his lower region a few times, then forced a finger from his other hand between Sa-yoon’s lips. Despite his attempts to resist, the hand pried his jaw open and forcibly thrust the finger deep, almost to his throat.

Only when Sa-yoon choked and gasped for air did Han Do-hoon withdraw his finger, then immediately plunged it into the dry opening below.

“Ugh.”

Even if it had been lubricated, there would only be pain. The place where the finger had forcibly entered burned as if on fire. Sa-yoon stopped resisting, clenching his fists to endure.

It felt as if he would tear if he moved even slightly.

The finger, deep inside, ruthlessly plundered the narrow depths, probing the inner walls. After several passes over the dry interior, the fingertip brushed against a sensitive spot, and Sa-yoon’s lower abdomen instinctively clenched.

“Hah.”

A breath escaped him uncontrollably, and cold air filled his lungs. Han Do-hoon stared intently at Sa-yoon, rubbing the spot he had just pressed with his finger.

As he caressed it like rolling a ball, then thrust hard, Sa-yoon’s body trembled violently.

“W-what is this?”

“You’re sensitive.”

‘That can’t be true.’ Sa-yoon vehemently shook his head, denying he could feel anything from such an act. His white hair, soaked with cold sweat, clung to his forehead.

“Lies. It’s not.”

“Nonsense. You’re clearly enjoying this.”

The finger rolling over the sensitive spot thrust deeply inward. Instantly, two fingers widened the opening, targeting the sensitive point and thrusting vigorously.

“Ugh, h-huh….”

Sweat poured from his entire body. Han Do-hoon’s words were true. His body was dominated by sensation, reacting acutely. Stars burst before his eyes with each thrust of the fingers inside.

Cold sweat from the tight opening and pre-ejaculate from his front mingled, making everything slick.

His body, moving up and down with the powerful strokes, twitched uncontrollably. As if welcoming the unfamiliar sensations, his entire being was steeped in pleasure, tormenting Sa-yoon. It was a new feeling, yet his flesh devoured the pleasure as if it had been waiting.

Click—

A metallic sound echoed. Leather and fabric rubbed and peeled away as Han Do-hoon took out his penis. It was already savagely erect.

The tip of the monstrously large organ touched the bottom of Sa-yoon’s barely open entrance.

“No… stop!”

Sa-yoon screamed. He twisted his entire body in resistance against the impending horror. Han Do-hoon easily subdued his weak struggles and pushed his penis into the narrow opening.

“Han Do-hoon—!”

The fluttering inner walls were forcibly stretched open. Stretched taut to their limit, they barely swallowed the thick glans. With a tearing pain, the hard penis breached the inner wall.

Immediately, a shock hit his prostate, and a pleasure as immense as the pain overwhelmed his body.

“Ah-ugh—Ah, ah….”

His head, thrown back towards the sky, gasped for air. Sa-yoon thrashed as if impaled by a pillar of fire. His back, pressed against the tree trunk, was slick with cold sweat.

He felt as if he would suffocate.

Han Do-hoon did not wait for Sa-yoon, who was floundering in pain. He grabbed his thrashing pelvis and slammed him down hard again. He lifted Sa-yoon, who convulsed and moaned, until the tip of his glans was visible, then drove him in again until his hips hit Han Do-hoon’s pubic bone.

“Gah, h-huh…. Ugh….”

His inner walls squirmed as if they would be pulled out along with Han Do-hoon’s penis, and softened, drenched in pleasure. It was a sensitive body. A body that moaned with every touch and twitched with every movement, exactly like Jin Sa-yoon.

The more so, the more violently Han Do-hoon explored Sa-yoon.

The inner walls, having swallowed his penis, squirmed. The wet entrance gently sucked in the organ, then familiarly embraced the pleasure.

“Huu, huuuu….”

Han Do-hoon lifted Sa-yoon’s body, which now only gasped for breath, too exhausted to scream, and leaned him against his shoulder. After letting Sa-yoon lean his entire body against him, he lifted both his feet into the air.

Sa-yoon, impaled on Han Do-hoon with his own body weight, arched like a fish.

“Ah…? Ahhh…!”

“Hmph….”

Sa-yoon convulsed, mercilessly clenching the pillar that stretched his inner walls. Simultaneously, his lower abdomen grew damp.

Lifted and impaled, Han Do-hoon’s penis penetrated Sa-yoon’s inner walls as he ejaculated. Han Do-hoon lifted Sa-yoon high once more and slammed him down again.

With every movement, Sa-yoon stiffened his back, gasping. He spilled semen like water and cried out in a sound like a scream.

“Ahk, h-huh, ah, ah—!”

Sa-yoon’s eyes grew wet. It was impossible to tell if it was from the pleasure of climax or the overwhelming pain of being brutally impaled.

Tears simply streamed down, mixing aimlessly with sweat and flowing to the ground.

“I… don’t… h-huh…. Ah….”

Even as he said he hated it, Sa-yoon’s inner walls continuously squirmed, clenching Han Do-hoon’s penis as if to bite it off. Han Do-hoon was also at his limit. The human skin, touched after so long, was soft and clung stickily with sweat.

Han Do-hoon licked his own lips with his tongue, gripping Sa-yoon’s pelvis tightly.

Han Do-hoon’s movements changed. The violent thrusts softened, lingering deep inside and grinding against the inner walls, making Sa-yoon’s vision blur and waver.

The pain lessened, and the pleasure intensified. His thighs tensed, and his hanging arms trembled. With the persistent pressing and tormenting of his prostate, he rubbed his head against Han Do-hoon’s shoulder.

There was nowhere else to lean. His back, scratched by the hard tree trunk, stung.

Sa-yoon, panting roughly with his tongue out, bit Han Do-hoon’s wrinkled neck with a sharp snap. Han Do-hoon flinched at the powerful bite, as if a piece of flesh had been torn away.

After a moment to catch his breath, he let out a low, animalistic growl, driving his deeply embedded penis even deeper.

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