Chapter 33: The Call for Help

“No choice. Agreed.”

I… I disagree. I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I absolutely disagree!

“Ugh… wai—… not there…”

Where their hands were heading was my nipples. What is happening right now… I tried to hunch my back against the ticklish sensation, but their fingers relentlessly tormented the nubs.

“Wow—. These are tiny too.”

“Like warts. Brown warts.”

Hu’s expression was truly… entertaining to watch as he brushed against my trembling, erect nipples as if barely touching them, pinched and lifted them with his index fingers, and mischievously pressed his nails into the overly sensitive centers.

The one behind probably had a similar expression. They don’t know this, but my nipples are one of my erogenous zones. So if you keep touching them like that, I’ll actually get hard!

“Hngh… mmph…”

“Ooh—. You’re feeling it, huh? You’re twitching like crazy.”

“Kuh… it’s getting a little hard.”

“Should I lick it?”

The force restraining one of my arms seemed to loosen, and Ho, who’d been behind me, moved to the front. I tried to take that opportunity to squirm my upper body free.

But it was useless—I was subdued immediately and had no choice but to offer up my poor nipples again. The two of them looked at me, biting my lip in defeat, and smirked—then lowered their faces at the same time.

Soon, the damp, tingling sensation made me curl my toes and let out moans between my teeth.

“No… hih…! Mmph… sto—, stop…”

“Feels good?”

“Looks like it’s getting fully hard?”

Ah, this really feels good. One side teased the tip while licking around it, driving me crazy with anticipation. The other nibbled and sucked roughly, stealing my mind away. I tried shaking my shoulders occasionally, but I couldn’t escape their tongues—the barely-there grazing only created more奇妙 sensations, so I completely gave up resisting. The bastards attached to my chest, sucking with mischievous expressions—I wanted to kill them. At this rate, something was really going to happen…

“Ah. It’s up.”

…Ah… I want to faint…

I stared blankly at my junior, which had undergone a change. Right, with stimulation from both sides like this, how could you endure? So this isn’t your fault—it’s those bastards who made you like this. Fighting off the wave of self-loathing, I was consoling myself with random thoughts when I felt my body being moved.

“What are you doing—”

Ho’s hand went behind my knees, pressing my thighs inward like a frog’s. If this continued, I’d end up in that pose you see often in porn—knees bent, legs spread. Still not grasping the situation, I looked up blankly to see Hu smirking.

“I won’t hurt you.”

At those words, I made a decision. What decision? Escape.

“Ack!”

I ducked my head forward, then threw it back with all my strength. A thwack sound was followed by Ho’s death cry. Naturally, the hand gripping my thigh released its hold, and the moment my legs were free, I straightened them without hesitation.

“Huff!”

This time, a thump sound was followed by Hu’s death cry. With the two bastards who’d been pressing me from front and back now distanced, a gap appeared. I quickly ran toward the bathroom. Even in the rush, I didn’t forget to grab my phone from the console beside me.

Calling 112 would cause too much trouble, and they probably wouldn’t solve anything anyway. I bit my nails anxiously, thinking about how to fend them off—when suddenly, Choi Taehyuk came to mind. The man who’d grabbed those bastards by the scruff and thrown them. I needed to call him. Hearing the angry footsteps approaching from outside, I found Choi Taehyuk’s name in my call log with trembling hands.

Ring ring—

Pick up, please pick up.

—Hello.

The moment I heard his voice, I burst into tears.

At first, it was purely about survival. It wasn’t a very enjoyable life, but as long as I was alive, I didn’t want to die.

That’s why I approached these people—who I’d been too intimidated to even approach despite being in the same group during college. Of course, I knew there were other ways. I could have cut ties with Yeryeong, or prevented those five from getting close to Chae Yeryeong.

Or I could have simply not been at the kidnapping scene—but unfortunately, that was the most difficult option for me. I wasn’t the type to treasure each day, so I couldn’t remember exactly what date or day of the week it was. All I knew was that it was a weekday around late February or early March.

If someone asks how I could forget such a traumatic day—I can’t help it. As I’ve said before, I’m not the type to keep track of what day or date it is while living my busy life, and the people around me weren’t the diligent type to remind me either.

Chae Yeryeong was that kind of person, but before the kidnapping we were just chatting, and after it happened, he wasn’t in the right state of mind either. Honestly, what kind of crazy person would be paying attention to the date in that situation?

Anyway, for various reasons, I barely remember a year’s worth of the future. If my story were written as a fantasy novel, readers would be deeply disappointed by now—but I hope they understand the situation I’m actually facing. The one most frustrated and heartbroken is me.

Anyway, without overthinking, I decided to use the relatively clearer memories I had. The five ultra-elites hovering around Chae Yeryeong would definitely be helpful to me in some way—so I resolved to get close to them by any means necessary.

Behind that decision was Chae Yeryeong’s description of them. In my past life, listening to him talk about them, I’d thought “Wow—they had that side to them too?”—they seemed like genuinely decent people.

During college, Choi Taehyuk was just a terribly stoic and silent man to me. Min Seonwoo was just a privileged young master who had everything going for him. The twins were just immature and shameless bastards. But they weren’t like that toward Yeryeong.

According to Chae Yeryeong, at first he was intimidated just standing in front of Choi Taehyuk—but once they got close, he turned out to be surprisingly considerate in subtle ways. Min Seonwoo seemed like the perfect hyung at first, but was actually quite pure, being a young master. And the twins? Don’t even mention them. Even he thought they were too mischievous at first—but apparently, they had unexpected wounds that somehow awakened his paternal instincts.

He even told me the incidents that made him think that way—but they were too cheesy and cringey, so I didn’t listen closely. Situations like “he smiled at me at this moment” or “I did this for him”—scenes straight out of a pure romance manga.

My memory isn’t terrible, but I’m not the type to deliberately remember things either. The only reason I could recall when Chae Yeryeong met them, their preferences, and even their hidden personalities is because of his endless, repetitive chatter.

Hah… Damn bastard. If you were going to repeat things that much, you should’ve memorized lottery numbers for me. Then I’d be rich from winning the lottery right now. Anyway, I decided to approach them with the mindset of playing a dating simulation—something I’d never done before. Not aiming to become lovers, of course—just hoping to reach the level of a close junior. I was confident I could at least manage that.

But that was all a miscalculation.

“Huuuuu—. The twins aaah—. They touched my ni—, huuuuh—. They touched me there and, my nipp—. cough! huuuuh—. sniff!“

Chae Yeryeong, you bastard! You fed me some seriously toxic lies!

Even as my nose was clogged with snot and I was struggling to breathe, my unwavering tattling spirit shone through.

The bathroom door was shaking like it would break any moment, but I didn’t care—I hiccupped and poured out my complaints. The one silver lining in all this was that being in the bathroom meant I could blow my nose freely. One hand gripping the toilet, the other gripping my phone, I worked my mouth tirelessly.

The smart Choi Taehyuk had the amazing ability to decipher my words despite all the sound effects mixed in—so I didn’t need to repeat myself. What a good boy. He’s only cute at times like this.

—Where are you right now?

I’d just thought how nice it was that he understood me so well—but Choi Taehyuk asked back in a terribly ominous voice. I nearly cursed in frustration but barely held back.

It’s definitely not that I’m scared. It’s just that you shouldn’t provoke an angry person—so I quietly answered whatever he asked with the answers he wanted. So, blowing my endlessly flowing snot into a tissue with a fwump, I told him I was in the bathroom.

Damn it, the tears stopped but the snot won’t quit! A little regret crept in—did I really have to go this far, crying like a baby, to save this troublesome body of mine? But I was still scared of those bastards outside. Because—

“Teddy Bear, you open this door? You really want your asshole to catch fire, don’t you?!”

—they were spouting lunatic threats like that.

Those crazy psycho bastards. Demanding my precious virgin asshole like it’s their right… When I headbutted them earlier, I shouldn’t have held back for fear of hurting my head. I should have put all my strength into it and shown them the power of my rock-hard skull. A regret for the ages.

I gently rubbed the small bump on my forehead and gritted my teeth. Then, for Choi Taehyuk’s benefit, I held the phone closer to the door. The twins, oblivious to what I was doing, kept spouting their nonsense—giving a very realistic live broadcast of the situation.

Thinking that should be enough, I put the phone back to my ear—and Choi Taehyuk, clearly furious, gave me a warning in that menacing low voice I’d heard before, then hung up.

—Don’t open the door under any circumstances. Wait quietly.

Honestly, the door hinges would probably give out before Choi Taehyuk arrived—but I calmly turned off the screen. No way the door would break, right? If it does, I’ll sue for shoddy construction. Human strength has its limits—

CRASH!

“You’re dead, Teddy Bear.”