Chapter 77: Opening Day

“Hahk, h-heut, h-heueuk. Ah… eung, aht!”

“Keu, eut… haaah!”

His c*ck stabbed into my inner walls again and again. It rammed roughly into the inside of my belly. Each time the shaft drove upward, pleasure burst through me like fireworks, mixed with an urge to retch. I let all the strength drain from my body and let Yoon Heesung shake me however he pleased. I sobbed as I took his c*ck from below.

Then his c*ck scraped hard against the inside of my belly.

…!

Goosebumps rose along my skin. Every muscle in my body clenched. My insides constricted violently, gripping his c*ck with fierce force. I knew what it was without looking. I came. Overwhelmed by arousal… he had never once touched me properly, and yet I came. But even stronger than the self-loathing was the pleasure.

My body, wrapped in exhaustion, sagged. All my strength flowed out. I swayed, my mind blank.

“…Heuaah!”

But Yoon Heesung wasn’t finished. He drove his c*ck back into my slackened hole, even harsher, even deeper. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed from below. He fucked me in rapid succession until I thought I’d stop breathing. Every muscle in my body locked up. My inner walls must have too. But he forced his way in, deeper than deep, and even when something caught along the way, he shoved through with brute strength.

A dull thud seemed to ring out from inside my belly.

…!

I hadn’t been able to let out a proper moan for a while. Only sounds that might have been sobs, or something I couldn’t name, crawled from my throat. Yoon Heesung was the same, growling through his teeth. We must have looked like animals rutting. My body was knocked this way and that, taken as brutally as the c*ck drove.

Then, at last, Yoon Heesung came.

“Keueut…”

He buried himself deep and emptied his hot fluid inside me. I held my breath as if I were the one coming. My body shook as if in convulsions. My lower belly twisted out of my control, and fluid spurted from the tip of my c*ck. As if my orgasm from a moment ago had been a lie. I tightened my thighs of their own accord. I bit my lip.

Ah, I really didn’t know anymore. My head was completely empty.

“You’ve really got a talent for this.”

Even as Yoon Heesung said it in admiration, I couldn’t answer.

“Looks like you were born to take c*ck in the ass.”

It wasn’t mockery. He was genuinely, purely impressed. Only then did shame finally catch up with me. Like he’d said, we hadn’t even used that weird gel today, and yet I’d come from being taken from behind. I’d lost to the violent pleasure. I ignored the something welling up in my chest and asked.

“…Can I turn my head now?”

“Yeah. Go ahead.”

Only when he gave permission did I straighten my stiff neck. Yoon Heesung pressed small kisses to my tear-chafed eyes, as if praising me for doing well. He kissed my cheeks. He kissed the tip of my nose. He playfully bit my upper lip, then let it go. The kisses, light as a butterfly landing, soon turned thick.

His tongue swept over my teeth. It tickled my palate, then sank deep, as if he was going to push it down my throat. Even when I gagged, he didn’t let up.

I squeezed my eyes shut and clutched his shoulders. I gripped him until it hurt, because I hated him. But even as my nails gouged his flesh, Yoon Heesung didn’t care.

‘…Well, he’s the kind of person who wouldn’t care even if he got hurt.’

A corner of my chest ached.

Even after pulling his lips away, he licked at mine, as if he couldn’t get enough. He was still sheathed inside me. With his c*ck, not yet fully soft, he even rubbed against my insides, lazily and slyly.

Was s*x always like this? I’d never done it with anyone else, so I had nothing to compare it to. Was it always this erratic, this brutal, this reckless, as if it would swallow your mind? With a dazed head, I thought such things.

“Yunwoo. You know classes start the day after tomorrow?”

“…Classes?”

When Yoon Heesung said the word “classes,” it felt like a term I was hearing for the first time in my life. Maybe because we’d been rutting like animals in heat moments ago. The mundane word didn’t sink in easily, as if my brain were refusing it. I rolled the word around in my mouth a few more times before I understood.

“Ah… classes. Right.”

So half a month had already passed. Now that I thought about it, I remembered being invited to some group chat, getting orientation notices, and receiving messages asking whether I’d attend the pre-enrollment event. Of course, I hadn’t gone anywhere or replied to anyone. I’d somehow managed to register for courses, but I never even checked whether I’d done it right. I only thought that since I’d copied Yoon Heesung, it would work out somehow.

To be honest, I had no thoughts and no drive. Even after getting into the best university I could, I felt no thrill.

All of a sudden, this winter seemed to have passed unusually fast. Maybe because too many things had happened. Taking the exam, getting the acceptance letter, Yoon Heesung hurting himself, Lee Sunwoo getting into an accident, and me, locked away in this house…

I swallowed my thoughts down like saliva.

There was no excitement.

There was no anticipation, either.

I could feel Yoon Heesung staring at me. I was used to the way he looked at me, like he was observing something. At some point, I’d even grown accustomed to that.

I let out a steady breath.

Even then, his gaze dug into me without mercy.

****

On the first day of the semester, Yoon Heesung dressed me up from head to toe to his liking. Even my underwear.

“Wear this. Over it, wear this. Fasten this. Wear these…”

He picked out each item by hand and put them on me.

Everything was something I was seeing for the first time. Yoon Heesung must have bought it all. And yet, the sizes fit with uncanny accuracy.

I couldn’t even remember how long it had been since I’d worn clothes that fit my body, not the tops Yoon Heesung had tossed me like charity back home. This felt even more unfamiliar because of that. I followed Yoon Heesung hesitantly down to the underground garage.

The watch he had fastened around my wrist himself was unbearably heavy.

Once we got into the car and rose to ground level, the world out there was even stranger. People walking in rows, matching the crosswalk signal that had turned green, looked like a scene from a foreign country. I stared blankly at people starting their mornings. Those walking with coffee or thick books seemed to live in a world completely different from mine.

The university was the same. The campus, lined with a sea of buildings, made me doubt whether this was really a school. It was novel, but not in a good way.

Yoon Heesung drove as if he’d been there many times, even though it was his first visit.

“We’re here.”

But the car didn’t stop in the parking lot. It stopped right in front of a building.

“You’re not coming in?”

“Nope.”

He was the kind of guy who skipped school as often as he ate meals back in high school. There was no way he’d attend college diligently. A sudden discomfort settled in my chest. I couldn’t tell if this feeling of being apart from Yoon Heesung, even for a moment, was relief or anxiety. I hesitated, unable to get out of the car easily.

Then, out of nowhere, Yoon Heesung ordered.

“Yunwoo. Take off your shoes.”

“Huh…?”

At the completely out-of-the-blue words, I asked back like an idiot. He said nothing, just gestured at my feet with his chin. Flustered, I fumbled my shoes off. Was he telling me to get out after taking off my shoes? What did that even mean? While I was still confused, he spoke again.

“Give me your bag for a second.”

“Um…”

Handing over the bag was faster than taking off the shoes. But the order that followed threw me into a panic.

“Take off your pants.”

“…”

I doubted whether I’d heard correctly, and at the same time, I thought that if I asked again, I might get a reaction other than a chin jerk this time. I glanced around, then finally brought my hands to my waistband. As I slowly took off my pants, I asked myself what I was doing. I could hear people chattering nearby. This was a campus, and yet…

Tears welled up. I took off my pants and handed them to Yoon Heesung.

“Underwear too.”

At the high-handed words, a tear finally slipped down my cheek. I wiped it away quickly, and just as quickly took off my underwear. I pressed my thighs together to hide my limp c*ck. My eyes were still cast down. I didn’t want to see Yoon Heesung’s face.

“Hand that here, and put your pants back on.”

“Huh…?”

I asked back again at the words that followed.

“Over this…?”

“Yeah.”

Seeing me frozen stiff, Yoon Heesung kindly took the underwear from my hand and handed me the pants instead.

“O-okay…”

My hands trembled so much that they kept missing. I barely managed to put my pants on and fasten the zipper. They were definitely the pants I’d been wearing just a moment ago, but the touch of them against my bare skin was unfamiliar.

“Put your shoes back on. Here’s your bag.”

I put on my shoes as Yoon Heesung told me to, and shouldered my bag. Now I understood what he wanted.

“See you later.”

“…”

“I’ll come to pick you up when your class is over, so you have to come straight down as soon as it ends.”

He smiled prettily, the way he always did. “Oh, and don’t forget the coat in the back seat.” His tone was as ordinary as ever. I opened the car door and staggered out. I took the coat from the back seat and went into the building.

I didn’t even know if I’d found the right building. I didn’t know my lecture room, but I climbed the stairs aimlessly.

Tears welled up. I quickly wiped the corners of my eyes before anyone could see.

It wasn’t as if I’d been trying to do something else. Yoon Heesung said it was the start of the semester, so I’d thought, ah, I see, and since Yoon Heesung was bringing me to school, I was going to attend class. But Yoon Heesung didn’t leave room for even the slightest stray thought in me. It was as if he was telling me: don’t think about escaping this situation. Don’t try any funny business.

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