Chapter 58: A Familiar Kind of Cruelty

“Go wash up.”

Eun-gyeol strode out without hesitation, roughly towel-drying his hair as he jerked his chin toward the bathroom.
My entire body ached like it was about to fall apart, yet he looked like someone who’d just gone for a light jog in the park.
That attitude was infuriatingly irritating.

Han-geon shot him a glare before slowly trying to sit up.
He clenched his teeth, determined not to let a groan slip out.
But the effort was pointless— the moment his feet touched the floor, a low whine escaped him and his body swayed.
Eun-gyeol, who had been watching quietly, lifted the corner of his mouth slightly.

“Looks like you’re having a hard time.
Want me to wash you?”

“I said no.”

“I’m asking prepared for it, you know.
I’ve never washed anyone else’s body before.”

“Who asked you to?
I said I don’t need it.”

After shooting Eun-gyeol a full, hostile glare, Han-geon forced his legs to move.
His rear throbbed unbearably, and even his pelvis and hip joints screamed in protest.
With trembling legs, he headed toward the bathroom—only for Eun-gyeol to block his way.
Judging by the crooked look on his face, something had clearly rubbed him the wrong way.

“Fine.
If you really don’t want to wash.”

“…What are you doing?”

All the effort he’d spent getting up was wasted as Han-geon’s body rolled right back onto the bed.
Eun-gyeol shoved him down firmly, then lifted his lips into a soft smile.

“Let’s do it one more time.”

“…What… what?”

For a moment, Han-geon wondered if his ears had malfunctioned.
Unfortunately, Eun-gyeol looked dead serious.

“Seeing you covered in my cum is turning me on.”

“You crazy bastard, have some restraint!”

Anger surged up and he spat out a curse, but Eun-gyeol’s face remained indifferent.
Even a dog barking on the street would’ve shown more reaction than this.
Forgetting even the pain in his body, Han-geon tried to push himself up again—only for his wrist to be gently caught.

Han-geon frowned.
The moment he tried to shake him off, Eun-gyeol forcibly pulled Han-geon’s hand up and pressed it against his own face.
Smiling softly, he kissed the inside of his wrist.

“I don’t think there’s ever been a day you’ve cursed at me this much.”

“…What?”

“Our Han-geon always said only pretty things to me….”

He was so dumbfounded he couldn’t speak.
It was like he didn’t even register what he’d done.
This was hardly a situation where Han-geon could bother choosing his words, yet Cha Eun-gyeol said something so shameless and smiled lightly, like scattering flower petals.

The moment Han-geon saw that face, his breath caught automatically.
Eun-gyeol didn’t miss that split second of hesitation and slid between his legs, settling himself there.
Han-geon’s jaw clenched tight on its own.
Seeing himself repeat the same mistake he’d made for hours now, he really was someone who deserved everything he got.

Still, this was too much.
How could someone—humanly—keep going like this… clinging on like an animal?
Han-geon shook his head violently, his face a mix of anger and pleading.
Eun-gyeol burst out laughing at the sight.

“…Are you even sane?
What is this, seriously….”

“I told you.
It’s rut.”

The hard presence brushing against his thigh was unmistakable.
Grinding his erection against him without shame, Eun-gyeol smiled sweetly.
The soft flesh of Han-geon’s inner thigh twitched involuntarily.

Enjoying that reaction, Eun-gyeol pressed even closer, rubbing his lower body more intimately.
The vividly twitching flesh stood menacingly stiff, as if he hadn’t climaxed dozens of times already.
Han-geon muttered, his face drained.

“…How can a human… keep going like this…?
Are you even human…?”

“No.
Just a dog in heat.”

“You really…!”

“So cooperate a little, Manager.”

Han-geon was left speechless as Eun-gyeol winked playfully at him.
With a pleased expression, Eun-gyeol grabbed Han-geon’s hand and brought it down.
Straight onto his cock.

“…..!”

Han-geon’s hand jerked violently like an idiot.
Clenching reflexively, he ended up gripping Eun-gyeol’s cock by accident.
Startled, he flung it away, and Eun-gyeol chuckled shortly.

Catching Han-geon’s hand again, Eun-gyeol forcibly pressed it back down onto himself.
This time, his grip on Han-geon’s wrist was far tighter, overwhelmingly coercive.
Holding that rigid, living column in his palm, Han-geon could only glare at Eun-gyeol, unable to do anything else.

Using Han-geon’s hand, Eun-gyeol guided him into grasping it properly.
Then he layered his own hand over Han-geon’s and began to stroke himself without restraint.
The teasing glint in his eyes quickly clouded over with lust.
The hot shaft throbbed mercilessly beneath his palm.

Touching Cha Eun-gyeol’s cock— with his own hand….

Going insane, Han-geon squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth.
He wanted to rip out every nerve connected to his palm and throw them away.
That was how overwhelming the stimulation was.

Even after climaxing, Eun-gyeol showed no sign of fatigue.
Breathing out thickly like before, he charged in again.
The heavy body overlapping his chest and abdomen burned with heat.

“…Haah….”

Han-geon stopped trying to push his shoulders away.
He went limp, letting all the strength drain from his body.
If begging him to stop wouldn’t work anyway, then…
He had already learned the bitter truth that it was easier to give up and accept it.

The same actions repeated once more.
His mind was completely blank now.
All he wanted was for Eun-gyeol to be satisfied quickly so he could rest.

Without a tie binding him, without Eun-gyeol’s sweet yet cruel threats, Han-geon spread his legs just as he was told.
He escaped into the sleep he’d longed for only hours later, like fleeing into refuge.

***

When he opened his eyes again, the headache had eased considerably.
The haze of alcohol that had ravaged his body was completely gone.
Only the pain remained.
With his body aching all over, it wasn’t hard to remember where he was or what he’d been doing.

The sheets smelled new.
There was no sticky sensation clinging to his body.
After everything that had happened, he should’ve felt filthy and tacky—but instead, his skin felt unexpectedly clean and dry.
It didn’t seem like he’d been washed with water, more like someone had carefully wiped him down with a damp towel.

He slowly turned his head.
The darkened view outside the window was the first thing that caught his eye.
Staring blankly at it, he let out a short laugh.

“…Huh.”

It was absurd.
So that meant he’d been having s*x nonstop from dawn through the afternoon, passed out, and woken up to— evening.

A quiet breathing sound reached him.
He slowly turned his head to the side.
A pale, small face.
The tyrant who had tossed him around mercilessly just hours ago looked so defenseless in sleep.

That face, stripped of all aggression, soaked up Han-geon’s gaze like a sponge.
He stared at it blankly for a long while, killing time.
He’d been certain that once he woke up, no matter what Cha Eun-gyeol said, he would leave this place—
Yet the sight of Eun-gyeol asleep erased even that resolve.

A small sigh slipped out.
Han-geon’s gaze, heavy with tangled emotions, lingered without wavering.
Until Eun-gyeol’s eyelashes trembled faintly.

Suddenly, those long lashes fluttered, and he opened his eyes.
The moment their gazes met, Eun-gyeol didn’t look surprised at all—he smiled faintly.
Yawning deeply, he slowly sat up in bed.
His movements were calm, nothing like someone who’d caused such chaos earlier.

“You hungry?”

That was the first thing he said.
His tone was casual, as if nothing had happened.
When Han-geon silently looked away, another remark followed.

“You should eat something.”

Han-geon slowly sat up and silently picked up the clothes scattered messily across the floor, pulling them on.

“…I’m fine.
I’m going… home.”

“Choi Han-geon.”

Eun-gyeol stepped in close and grabbed Han-geon’s wrist from behind.

“You’re never going to see me again?”

His voice was arrogant.
Despite the accusatory words, his tone remained calm.

‘You think you’re allowed to do that?’

That’s how it sounded to Han-geon.

He clenched his fist tightly.
His hesitation didn’t last long.
The answer had already been decided.

No matter what Cha Eun-gyeol did, no matter how cruel his words were as they tore into Han-geon’s heart, the result wouldn’t change.
Frustrating, suffocating, pathetic as it was—this was Han-geon’s love.

“…..”

Slowly, he shook his head.
No matter how angry he was, no matter how deep the wounds Eun-gyeol had left, Han-geon couldn’t answer yes.
Not even as a joke.
Not even in a moment of rage.
He couldn’t say that this was the end.

The silence stretched on.
Han-geon stood there with his wrist still held, his back to Eun-gyeol.
At last, Eun-gyeol spoke again.

“You promised.
That you’d protect me.”

It was a precious promise they’d shared long ago, pressing their small faces together as children.
And that vow the boys made had become Han-geon’s entire life.
Every step he’d taken pointed toward Cha Eun-gyeol.
Like a sunflower turning its head toward the sun.

Why bring up such a precious promise at a moment this ruined?
What was his purpose in trying to bind Han-geon’s heart again?
Han-geon wanted, at the very least, to stop the precious feelings he’d protected from being destroyed any further.

With a hoarse voice, he spoke.

“…You raped me.”

“…..”

“Regardless of the reason…
You… shouldn’t have treated me like that.”

Eun-gyeol had known his heart completely, yet still trampled on his devotion and humiliated him.
He’d said cruel things, violated his body at will, and used him carelessly to satisfy his desires.

And yet, he was horrifyingly blind toward Eun-gyeol.
There was no strength left in his voice as he accused him.
Their relationship probably wouldn’t change going forward.

All he wanted was to hear Eun-gyeol say he wouldn’t do it again.
It wasn’t about salvaging some pitiful pride.
If Cha Eun-gyeol would just regret his actions, say it was done in anger—if he would say, even once, that he wouldn’t do it again…
Han-geon knew he would forgive him without resistance.
He would never be able to push Cha Eun-gyeol away.

Eun-gyeol slowly blinked as he looked up at Han-geon.
His face was impassive.
In contrast to the storm of emotions raging inside Han-geon, Eun-gyeol’s voice, when he spoke again, was calm and measured.