Chapter 45: Forced

“Let go—please, don’t do that, Cha Eun-gyeol!”

Han-geon, who had been thrashing desperately, finally began to beg outright.

He knew it already—he couldn’t win against Eun-gyeol now.

The fact that he couldn’t give his all against Eun-gyeol was an unchangeable reality.

And even if he did, there was no guarantee he could overpower Eun-gyeol in rut, heightened and raging with excitement.

So Han-geon pleaded.

He wanted—no matter how—to stop this insane act.

“Eun-gyeol, please… please, don’t do this.”

“Then you shouldn’t have done anything suspicious in the first place.”

Hearing his weakened voice, Eun-gyeol let out a soft laugh.

His gentle tone brushed against Han-geon’s ear as if soothing him.

“I warned you, Han-geon.

Not to meet that bastard privately.”

So think of it as punishment.

Finishing cleanly, Eun-gyeol’s fingers slowly pressed in from behind.

But of course, this was a place that had never once accepted anything.

Muscles spasmed violently, clenching around his fingers—the unfamiliar sensation was horrifying enough to make Han-geon shudder.

The opening fluttered grotesquely, clenching and releasing over and over, desperately trying to push him out.

“Please—pl-please, Eun-gyeol!”

“Be quiet.

I haven’t finished checking yet.”

Cutting him off coldly, Eun-gyeol pushed his fingers in a little farther, unfazed by Han-geon’s desperate pleas.

Something long and hard forced its way in mercilessly.

The fingers pressed against the inner wall, withdrew slowly, then thrust in again.

His thighs and hips stiffened to their absolute limit.

More than physiological rejection, it was the unfamiliar foreignness that overwhelmed him.

“I said no—stop this—please, stop now!”

“Han-geon… relax a little.

You’re going to snap my fingers.”

Speaking lazily, Eun-gyeol slowly covered Han-geon’s back with his body.

Like subduing a violent criminal, he pulled both arms back, pinned him completely, and drove his fingers in again.

Haa.

Hot breaths stuck wetly to his ear.

Bearing Eun-gyeol’s weight made it harder and harder to breathe.

The way his fingers pried open the narrow passage was relentlessly persistent.

They moved back and forth slowly, like pistons, repeatedly digging inside.

It was far too long and messy to be just “checking.”
It was as if the goal wasn’t confirmation—but expansion.

The realization sent a cold shiver racing through him.

“You crazy bastard—if you’re done, pull it out—!”

He couldn’t endure this madness any longer.

Even if it meant shoving Eun-gyeol away, he wanted to bolt from the room.

Han-geon’s body, which had briefly gone still, began to writhe again in resistance.

But unlike Han-geon’s expectation—that Eun-gyeol would crush him with force or threats—Eun-gyeol withdrew his fingers obediently.

At the same time, Han-geon’s wrists were pulled back again.

Soft fabric wound tightly around them.

Han-geon turned his head in disbelief.

Cha Eun-gyeol—without a shred of hesitation—was using a necktie from the table to bind his friend’s hands.

“Y-you… what the hell are you doing?!”

“Han-geon.

Sorry, but I changed my mind.”

Eun-gyeol said it without the slightest hint of apology, gripping both sides of his hips and spreading them.

Feeling the gaze on his defenselessly exposed skin, Han-geon struggled again.

It was humiliating in a way that might have been even worse than the fingers.

“…..”

He could feel Eun-gyeol’s blatant stare on his opening.

Being forced to show it like this—raw, flushed—it felt like he might go insane.

“Don’t—don’t look like that.

Don’t do that.

Untie me first—!”

“I think you’re going to have to take responsibility, Han-geon.”

“What…?”

The words made no sense.

Han-geon gasped and turned his head with difficulty.

But at what Eun-gyeol said next, his frantic movements froze instantly.

“I couldn’t even take care of my rut because of you—so I think I’ll have to f*ck you and come.”

“…What?”

Han-geon gaped stupidly.

“What kind of insane bullshit is that, Eun-gyeol?

Cha Eun-gyeol…”

He shook his head wildly.

No.

He must’ve heard wrong.

This couldn’t be real.

He kept asking what? over and over.

Up until now, he could’ve forced himself to believe that Eun-gyeol’s actions—talking about “checking”—were just the result of blind rage.

He could’ve swallowed it.

He had to.

The humiliation and degradation already hurt deeply enough, but he knew, painfully well, that this alone wouldn’t sever what lay between him and Eun-gyeol.

But this—this was different.

This wasn’t even remotely the same as shoving fingers inside to “check” if he’d slept with someone else.

This was on an entirely different level.

This was just… insanity.

“This—this isn’t right.

We… we can’t do this.

We’re friends… friends.”

Even though everything was spiraling toward the worst possible outcome, Han-geon believed it could still be stopped—no, this was the last moment it could be stopped.

So he begged desperately.

Shamelessly, pitifully, he pleaded with Eun-gyeol.

How could he not have imagined sleeping with him?

But never like this.

Never under circumstances like these.

And never—never had he imagined accepting Eun-gyeol this way.

“Haha.

Friends.”

“…..”

“Hearing that word from you makes me sick, Han-geon.”

Eun-gyeol repeated it mockingly.

Han-geon’s mouth shut on its own.

Even to himself, it sounded hypocritical.

But now wasn’t the time for dignity or semantics.

Stopping Cha Eun-gyeol—who had completely lost his mind—came first.

Before Han-geon could speak again, Eun-gyeol’s whisper slid into his ear once more.

“Did you jerk off a lot thinking about me?

Looking at my photos?”

“Stop—just stop it!”

“You wanted me the whole time too, didn’t you?”

The mockery pierced his chest sharply.

“So when the guy you like says he’ll f*ck you, just spread your legs and take it.”

Eun-gyeol finally passed judgment.

For seventeen years of unrequited love, it was a punishment far too heavy—and far too cruel.

“…Please!”

A solid knee easily crushed Han-geon’s resistance.

No matter how he struggled beneath him, Eun-gyeol acted as if he neither saw nor heard him.

His actions held not a trace of hesitation.

With his hands bound, resisting became twice as difficult.

Watching Eun-gyeol’s bathrobe drop limply to the floor made his mind go blank.

Cursing and screaming changed nothing—Eun-gyeol’s hands moved on with mechanical indifference.

Something hot pressed against his backside.

The moment he realized that the blunt pressure against his opening was the swollen head of Eun-gyeol’s erection, a violent shiver shot from his spine through his entire body.

His torso trembled uncontrollably.

“Please… Cha Eun-gyeol, this isn’t right.

This—Cha Eun-gyeol, please.”

He babbled incoherently, thrashing his body and legs with all his strength.

This couldn’t happen.

He had to get out from under Cha Eun-gyeol.

He braced his forehead against the pillow and tried to lift his thighs—

Smack.

The sound sliced through the air.

All of Han-geon’s movements stopped like a broken machine.

“…You… just…”

He blinked stupidly.

It took his dulled mind several seconds to register the humiliation.

Cha Eun-gyeol had just slapped his ass.

The burning pain flaring across his buttocks mocked him into accepting reality.

“Stay still.

You’re in the way.”

The tone was chillingly cold, yet Han-geon could sense the damp, creeping heat blooming within it.

Hearing that voice made his lips part slightly.

He could only blink a few times, dumbly.

Right now—looking at his body—Eun-gyeol was unmistakably in heat.

That was the hardest thing to believe of all.

Even amid this impossible reality—being stripped, violated under the guise of inspection, and now on the brink of rape—that fact felt the most unreal.

“Relax.

I’ll wipe all that f*cking pheromone off your body.”

Something thick and blunt shoved mercilessly between his cheeks.

Everything before—the fingers—felt like a joke in comparison.

The pressure of solid flesh pressing insistently against tightly sealed skin was horrifyingly vivid.

Nausea rose with the crushing force.

No.

Not this.

Not this.

Han-geon twisted his waist, gasping desperately.

As if waiting for it, a palm slapped his ass again.

Smack.

The sharp sound echoed again and again.

To Han-geon, it felt like his ears were being shredded.

The blows landed on his buttocks, yet his chest stung as if pierced.

After struggling and several strikes, the head finally forced its way properly between the mounds.

And in that instant, the narrow passage began to open—slowly.

“…Ugh—!”

His eyes flew open.

Trembling fingers clenched desperately into fists.

He could picture Eun-gyeol’s shape and size even with his eyes closed—it was that familiar.

And now it was being shoved inside him.

That horrifying fact was impossible—impossible—to accept.

Eun-gyeol was really… really forcing himself into him.

The realization paralyzed his body and mind completely.

“Ha…”

A rough moan burst out from behind.

Eun-gyeol’s breathing grew ragged.

“Relax, Choi Han-geon…”

“You—crazy bastard—pull it out—!”

He bit down hard on his lower lip until it bled, suppressing the moans threatening to escape.

Without replying, Eun-gyeol covered Han-geon’s head with one hand and slowly stroked his hair.

“Han-geon…”

As if he hadn’t been snarling insults and humiliation just moments ago, Eun-gyeol called his name gently.

He leaned in until his lips were almost touching Han-geon’s ear and moved his hips slowly.

“Haa…”

A lewd moan spilled right beside his ear.

“I’m suffering… because of my rut.”

“Ugh—ah!”

“You’re my manager.

If I’m suffering, you’re supposed to take care of it.”

With a cunningly sweet voice, the massive shaft pushed in slowly.

“So… f*ck—relax a little.”

The sensation of his inner walls being forced open was so intense it felt like his body was being split in two.

His inner thighs trembled violently.

The fingertips bound together behind him twitched and curled inward.