Chapter 11: The Price of Survival

The unfamiliar pain in that intimate place caused Sa-yoon’s hips to involuntarily sway. He knew he couldn’t stop now. Han Do-hoon’s essence needed to penetrate and remain in the deepest part of the guide’s body.

Along the slick, ointment-coated entrance, the member slowly pushed its way in, invading. Sa-yoon dropped his head, caught in the unbelievable illusion that it was steadily expanding. Breaths hitched from his lips. The heavy sensation, as if his insides were being pushed all the way to his navel, made him want to weep.

‘If I just survive this, I’ll never associate with someone like Han Do-hoon again,’ Sa-yoon thought. He began formulating a plan to protest the director, picketing to demand this madman be exiled overseas immediately.

“Ugh.”

Finally, as the enormous presence fully plunged in, colliding with Han Do-hoon’s pelvis, Sa-yoon let out a short cry and shook his head. His vision swam between blackness and flashing lights. The tearing pain and the overwhelming fullness that made his body tremble caused his hips to twitch even when he tried to sit still. ‘Still, it’s fine now,’ he forced himself to think. ‘Just like this. I only need to endure like this.’

He knew that repeated thrusting, like during intercourse, would be more effective, but he simply couldn’t bring himself to endure that.

Clenching his teeth, Sa-yoon endured, believing the end was finally in sight. He pressed down on his involuntarily twitching hips and consciously tried to relax his lower body, which instinctively wanted to contract, taking a steadying breath.

It was then. A warm touch landed on Sa-yoon’s thigh, where his fist was tightly clenched in endurance. Startled, Sa-yoon’s eyes flew open, only for his vision to instantly blacken. A powerful grip seized both sides of his waist, pressing him firmly against the ground.

“Agh…!”

Simultaneously with his body being slammed to the ground, the textured object that had filled him completely scraped against his inner walls as it withdrew. Before he could even writhe, a new, massive presence plunged deep inside him, as if intent on tearing apart his very core. The sensation was so vivid, it felt like his entire body was being ripped out.

Physiological tears welled in his eyes. Through his trembling vision, Sa-yoon could barely make out Han Do-hoon’s form, looming over him. Han Do-hoon, who had been unable to lift a finger and completely unconscious, was now moving perfectly, violating Sa-yoon’s body.

“You… your consciousness… Ugh…”

‘How is he moving?’ Even amidst the unbearable intensity and pain, the terrifying thought that his true identity might have been exposed overwhelmed Sa-yoon. He swung an arm, striking Han Do-hoon’s head as the man relentlessly pressed against him. Only when Han Do-hoon paused due to the blow could Sa-yoon finally assess his state.

Han Do-hoon’s eyes were open and gazing at Sa-yoon, but his focus was distant. His gaze was hazy, as if lost in a hallucination, and Sa-yoon clenched his jaw.

Receiving the guiding had improved Han Do-hoon’s physical condition. Because of this, Han Do-hoon was moving like an empty shell, desperately clinging to his survival instincts.

He clung to Sa-yoon with the desperation of a drowning man pulling a lifeline. Han Do-hoon’s member, which Sa-yoon had thought was already fully inserted, pushed even deeper, invading a space that had not yet opened.

“Agh…!”

Sa-yoon’s body stiffened and trembled, as if he were being torn in two by the pain. Han Do-hoon, who had been unrestrained, paused for a moment. He then seized Sa-yoon’s rigid arms. Slowly, his hand moved to caress Sa-yoon’s abdomen before grasping Sa-yoon’s limp member. It was an action ingrained in his body, driven by instinct.

Sa-yoon’s head snapped up, his mind reeling from the pain. ‘What the hell is this…!’

“Let go!”

Han Do-hoon’s hand, gripping Sa-yoon’s member, moved gently. It was clearly an act of appeasement, and Sa-yoon frantically struggled to break free from Han Do-hoon’s grasp.

The hand trying to arouse him was even more discomforting than the penetrating member. Han Do-hoon frowned at Sa-yoon’s fierce resistance. He seized both of Sa-yoon’s wrists, which were flailing at his own, and pinned them to the ground. Having secured him against the dirt floor, preventing any further struggle, Han Do-hoon once again plunged into Sa-yoon. Sa-yoon was forced face down onto the dirt as Han Do-hoon lifted his hips and pressed him into the ground.

Lowering his body and thrusting into Sa-yoon, Han Do-hoon pressed down on Sa-yoon’s lower abdomen while grasping his member. He explicitly rubbed Sa-yoon’s semi-erect shaft against his firm palm.

“Ugh…!”

‘Why doesn’t he just finish and leave? Why this pointless act?’ Sa-yoon squeezed his eyes shut, unable to face Han Do-hoon’s close proximity. If someone drugged and unconscious could move like this, it meant the rampage crisis had passed.

He needed to knock this guy out, but there was no opening to be found in Han Do-hoon, who gripped his wrists as if to break them. Escaping an Esper who was relentlessly thrusting, driven by pure survival instinct, was proving incredibly difficult.

Sa-yoon buried his face into the ground. ‘He’s human too; surely this wretched movement will stop after a few more thrusts,’ he thought. He was accustomed to pain and endurance.

As Sa-yoon’s resistance ceased, Han Do-hoon’s body paused briefly. Then, he again seized Sa-yoon’s hips, lifting them. Slowly, and more gently than before, he penetrated deeper, this time burying his head against Sa-yoon’s exposed shoulder.

Sa-yoon clenched both hands tightly, enduring the unpleasant stimulation. A shallow sigh escaped him as Han Do-hoon stroked his hips, clearly intending to touch him again in front.

‘Just endure a little longer,’ he told himself. ‘He’ll get tired eventually.’ It was difficult to defeat an opponent driven purely by survival instinct. ‘It’s better to just hold out, and if an opening appears, I can hit his head again to knock him out…’

“Ah…!”

Sa-yoon’s body arched as if struck by lightning, shattering his belief that he only needed to endure the pain. Han Do-hoon’s massive member filled Sa-yoon’s body, rubbing against his inner walls, while simultaneously, his fingers firmly pressed the tip of Sa-yoon’s own member. In that instant, an electric current shot through his lower abdomen. His thighs, resting on Han Do-hoon’s knees, trembled uncontrollably. Startled by his own convulsing body, Sa-yoon clamped a hand over his mouth. An unfamiliar sensation pierced through his spine.

“……! F-f*ck…”

He felt as if he would climax even without being erect. Front and back—an electric current surged through both simultaneously. Sa-yoon’s eyes widened in horror at this novel sensation in his rear. Han Do-hoon did not miss this opportunity. He repeatedly pressed on the sensitive spot, gripping Sa-yoon’s hips to hold him still as he tried to escape.

His tightly shut mouth and head swayed uncontrollably. The pleasure, which had initially crept up from his lower body, gradually spread throughout his entire being. The relentless friction from his member mercilessly eroded Sa-yoon’s reason.

Han Do-hoon roughly invaded his inner walls, slickly and sharply thrusting against them. As he moved, rubbing their slippery junction, Sa-yoon writhed, desperate to escape.

“Let go…! I saved you, and this dog-like bastard…!”

Chewing on his curses, Sa-yoon pushed Han Do-hoon. Despite pushing quite forcefully, Han Do-hoon’s body remained as solid as a pillar, refusing to budge. Instead, he used the recoil to plunge even deeper into Sa-yoon.

Lights flashed before his eyes. The sensation of being on the verge of climaxing, even without being fully erect, was too much for Sa-yoon to fight, and he twisted his entire body.

As Han Do-hoon’s pelvis violently collided with him, driving his massive member deep inside, Sa-yoon bit his lip and curled up, his hips trembling against the floor. Shrill, ragged breaths escaped through his weakly parted lips.

All the while, Han Do-hoon’s hand relentlessly rubbed Sa-yoon’s front. Sa-yoon’s front was already slick and wet, pressed against the dirt floor. Before the shame and humiliation of feeling pleasure from such an act could subside, the object filling his rear moved again.

Han Do-hoon paid no mind to Sa-yoon’s condition, moving solely according to his own desires. Satisfied by the contracting inner walls, he plunged in even more fiercely, indulging in the guide’s body. He lifted Sa-yoon’s hips high, thrusting as he pleased. Sa-yoon’s body, ravaged by the intense climax, was forced to cling to consciousness. He had to endure the new sensations that began to pierce through his convulsing insides.

Behind his closed eyelids, everything was red. His face flushed with the rising heat, even as he was forcibly stimulated by this irrational beast. Sa-yoon clenched his hands tightly on the dry ground.

Han Do-hoon, who had been steadily increasing his thrusting speed, slammed hard into the deepest part. At that moment, an unpleasant sensation of semen spread within Sa-yoon’s body. Then, Han Do-hoon’s massive frame collapsed directly onto Sa-yoon’s back.

“Haa, haa…”

Gasping for breath, Sa-yoon wiped his mouth, which was messy with saliva. Han Do-hoon, slumped against his back, was completely still. It seemed he had fallen unconscious again. Sa-yoon managed to push himself up, then unceremoniously shoved Han Do-hoon’s massive, limp body off onto the ground. At that movement, the object withdrawing from his body made him flinch, and a shiver ran down his spine.

He kicked Han Do-hoon’s unconscious body, sprawled on the floor. ‘Damn it.’ He irritably wiped away the tears that had involuntarily streamed down his face.

‘He’d stepped in shit, and thoroughly at that.’ ‘This is why people shouldn’t live too kindly,’ he mused bitterly.

Sa-yoon approached Han Do-hoon, who was hunched against the wall, dry-coughing. The pupils in his half-open eyes were still completely vacant. All those violent actions had been driven purely by instinct.

Drops of blood appeared between Han Do-hoon’s coughs. ‘Well, after taking such a potent drug and moving like that, it would be inhuman if he were normal,’ Sa-yoon thought. Cursing him as a madman, Sa-yoon nevertheless pulled out an antidote and poured it into Han Do-hoon’s mouth. He also hastily wiped and dressed him in his stripped clothes. He meticulously arranged everything to ensure no trace of what had happened between them would be discovered. A shiver ran down his spine as he gripped that massive weapon again and tucked it back into the briefs.

Meanwhile, Han Do-hoon’s coughing gradually subsided. The damned man’s rampage had made him go a little over an hour, but that was Han Do-hoon’s fault. ‘That guy could stand to lose a few brain cells,’ Sa-yoon thought, a bitter edge to his exhaustion.