Chapter 47: Second Time

“Ah—ngh… haah, ah…”

“Didn’t expect it, but your sounds are pretty nice, Han-geon.

Your moans, I mean.”

A low chuckle spread by his ear.

A hot mass welled up in Han-geon’s chest.

Feeling pleasure just because the person he loved was touching him—no matter how much justification had been forcibly attached to it—was inevitably humiliating.

“Han-geon.

Look over there.”

The soft whisper guided his gaze.

Panting in a prone position, he barely managed to turn his head.

The moment his eyes met his own reflection in the vanity mirror, Han-geon flinched.

It was pitiful.

Disgusting.

A large man who looked nothing like someone meant to take another man’s d*ck was flushed red, gasping for breath, getting fucked through the ass.

But what was even harder to endure than that…

The despair reflected on the man’s ruined face was blurred, as if diluted with water.

The impurity thinning the density of that emotion was unmistakably pleasure.

“Anyone would think that’s the face of someone feeling really good, don’t you think?”

Eun-gyeol said, sounding genuinely amused.

As if it weren’t enough to tie him up and f*ck him, he was now kindly pointing out that he was writhing in pleasure while being raped.

Han-geon ground his teeth, painfully turning his head to glare at Eun-gyeol.

“Please… stop this shit already… you bastard.”

“I didn’t know a grown man’s moans could be such a turn-on…”

Regardless of what Han-geon said, Eun-gyeol just continued with his own.

“Keep making noise.

I think I’m about to come too.”

Was it spite driving Eun-gyeol?

Revenge?

The sexual urge of a trait-bearer?

Or all three?

Whatever it was pushing him this far, all Han-geon felt was misery.

The palm that had been running along the shaft now rubbed insistently over the head.

The solid thighs bracing his body trembled repeatedly.

Scraping at the urethral opening with his fingernails like he was digging it out—after alternating curses and pleas, Han-geon finally broke.

The intense stimulation he’d been forcing himself to endure finally burst.

“Ah… huh.

Ah…!”

His mind flashed white.

He had never shaken so disgracefully while coming before.

Hot liquid poured out in thick spurts, like urination.

His firm ass clenched.

The hole gripping Eun-gyeol’s d*ck contracted tightly.

The sensation of squeezing him from the inside was vivid.

A feral groan leaked out from behind him.

“Haa… f*ck.”

Eun-gyeol groaned long and low.

The savage thrusting came to an abrupt stop.

The inside of him suddenly flooded with heat.

The utterly absurd fact—that Cha Eun-gyeol had come inside him—took several seconds for his pleasure-soaked brain to process.

Even after finishing, the hole clamped around the shaft continued to twitch and open and close on its own.

Feeling that tightness even now made his ears burn hotter than they already were.

He heard low curses muttered behind him.

“Ha… Han-geon.

You’re f*cking insane.

You’re tighter than most omegas, you know that?”

A large palm patted his ass lightly a couple of times, as if soothing him.

“I was gonna use this to lube your ass… but guess I don’t need to.”

Eun-gyeol deliberately held out his hand.

Han-geon’s semen slid thickly across the smooth palm and soaked into the sheets.

The post-orgasmic languor was plainly spread across Eun-gyeol’s smiling face.

He slowly pulled his body away.

Liquid followed the cock slipping out of the gaping hole.

The sensation of semen trickling down his thigh made Han-geon shudder in revulsion.

The sheer amount made the word animal spring unbidden to mind.

“…This… untie me now.”

His completely spent voice sounded wretched.

His hands, bound behind him, were numb.

Eun-gyeol obediently loosened the tie.

His arms dropped onto the bed like dead weight.

They didn’t feel like his anymore.

If it had been anyone else—though if it had been, he probably wouldn’t have hesitated like an idiot long enough to get raped in the first place—he would’ve smashed their nose or crushed their balls the moment his hands were free.

But Han-geon only gasped for air, burying his face into the pillow like a corpse.

He couldn’t bring himself to throw a punch at Eun-gyeol.

Bitterly and unfairly, every game between them had been rigged for Han-geon to lose.

Then Eun-gyeol’s next words were enough to leave him utterly dumbfounded.

“One more time.”

“…What?”

When does this f*cking nightmare end?

That was all Han-geon could think, his mind numb.

“I’ve never stopped at just once during rut.

Lift your ass.”

“…Cha Eun-gyeol.

You seriously need to—”

Speaking in a noticeably refreshed tone, Eun-gyeol grabbed Han-geon’s collapsed waist.

At the same time, Han-geon twisted sharply, forcing his body over with great effort.

He couldn’t let this continue.

Facing him now, he glared straight at Eun-gyeol.

“This is enough… This should be enough.”

The emotions that had been temporarily castrated by the storm finally began to surge back in.

But more than anything, what dominated him was exhaustion.

He didn’t have the strength left to fight, argue, or lunge at Eun-gyeol.

The helplessness born from being violated weighed heavily over his entire body.

“Now… stop.

I want to rest.”

Eun-gyeol only looked down at him.

His expression was slightly twisted, but completely incongruous with Han-geon’s state, there was leisure in his face.

Eun-gyeol’s lips curved gently.

Han-geon braced himself, expecting to be crushed down again—but unexpectedly, Eun-gyeol took one of his hands and brought it to his own mouth.

He pressed a soft kiss to the center of Han-geon’s palm.

Han-geon’s exhausted, clouded eyes widened instantly.

“Han-geon.”

The beautiful voice called his name warmly.

“You know as well as I do that I need to relieve my rut right now.”

“……”

“And it just so happens that you turn me on like hell.”

Eun-gyeol said it without blinking.

It felt like someone had smashed his already dulled mind again with a hammer.

Han-geon forced out uneven breaths, shaking his head weakly with a blank expression—but Eun-gyeol’s gaze didn’t waver.

In a hoarse, worn-out voice, Han-geon slowly opened his mouth.

“If I refuse… then what?

Will you… rape me again?”

“…Hmm.”

The gaze looking down at him was dark.

“Rape.

I don’t really like that word.”

His mouth fell slightly open in disbelief.

Staring at Eun-gyeol smiling calmly back at him, Han-geon could only move his lips soundlessly.

“Well, if that’s how it feels from your side.

I don’t want to rape my manager either.”

“Then stop now—”

“I told you.

Rut has to be dealt with, one way or another.”

The quiet but firm words cut off Han-geon’s resistance right there.

The meaning was unmistakable.

His breathing stalled.

“Shall we keep going?

Or should we stop—and you f*ck off.”

Eun-gyeol held out his hand.

The slow touch against Han-geon’s cheek reeked strongly of semen.

With a hand hot enough to burn him away entirely, he stroked his face again and again.

Was this Eun-gyeol’s way of punishing him?

It was far too severe a punishment for merely meeting Yoo Jun-seong.

Even as payment for the feelings he’d hidden all this time, it was excessive.

It was overwhelming enough to bring tears.

Had it really been such a terrible sin… one deserving of being so brutally exposed and carved apart?

Until Eun-gyeol penetrated him, Han-geon believed there was still a chance to turn back.

He hoped he could persuade him before it happened.

But that was an illusion.

That chance had never existed to begin with.

It had already vanished—since the moment Eun-gyeol found the photocard in his house.

Since the moment he discovered the phone folder suffocatingly full of his own photos.

No—perhaps ever since Choi Han-geon first fell in love with Cha Eun-gyeol.

All the way until now.

“Hm?

Hurry up.”

Eun-gyeol urged him with a faint eye-smile.

He was saying that from here on out, it wouldn’t be rape anymore.

That from now on, Han-geon would have to choose for himself.

With that beautiful face, Eun-gyeol was issuing a warning.

He really was hopeless.

Just a crazy bastard.

Even after having not only his body but also his pure devotion stolen by Cha Eun-gyeol—he still couldn’t bring himself to throw him out of the room.

After being used so thoroughly, even now, the mere thought of Eun-gyeol being with someone else made his chest feel tight and painful, as if stabbed.

He didn’t want to push Eun-gyeol away with his own hands and give him to someone else anymore.

He couldn’t escape the horrific thought that it would be better to be raped himself than to see Eun-gyeol hold another person.

Instead of answering, Han-geon squeezed his eyes shut.

With an unbearably awkward posture, he slowly spread his legs.

Letting out a satisfied laugh, Eun-gyeol thrust himself inside in one swift motion.