Chapter 68: The Mask Comes Off

But since that didn’t work, he finally showed his true colors.

He hurt himself…

And he used that to push me around.

Yoon Heesung set a glass on the table. Then a bottle appeared beside it. It had a label I’d never seen before. I wondered what it was.

“You’re an adult now. You should try drinking.”

It was alcohol.

“I don’t really want to drink…”

I’d never had alcohol in my life. I didn’t know how much I could handle, or what happened when I got drunk. Above all, I didn’t want to drink in front of Yoon Heesung, of all people. I shook my head with all the desperation I had, but as expected, Yoon Heesung showed no mercy.

“You’d better drink.”

He never used roundabout words.

“We’re going to have s*x today. You can’t do it sober.”

“…”

I rolled my eyes at the shock. But there was only the two of us here, and no one to help me. And even if someone were here, would they take my side or his? Yoon Heesung, who had more luck than he could use, or me, who had nothing?

The answer was obvious.

I picked up the bottle he’d already opened. I poured it into my glass. The clear liquid smelled like nothing I’d ever encountered before.

I drank it all in one gulp. It smelled sweet, but it tasted bitter. As it went down, my throat burned. I endured it anyway.

“You hate it that much? I’m hurt.”

That was the voice of someone who knew everything would go the way he wanted. I even thought it might be better to pass out now and let Heesung do whatever he wanted. With that thought, I filled my glass again.

I couldn’t down this one all at once. I drank it in two or three swallows. My throat burned again, and the bitterness doubled. The second glass was worse than the first. Is alcohol always like this? I thought my head felt dizzy and hot, and I asked Yoon Heesung.

“What about you?”

“I want to stay sober.”

“…”

“Drink more.”

Heesung said it generously. His words stung. I filled the glass again, but this time I could only manage half.

Soon my head was spinning and heavy. I gathered saliva in my mouth and swallowed. The bitterness didn’t go away. I hung my head. Heat spread over my neck. But being tipsy felt good. So this was why everyone drank. The drunker I got, the farther reality felt. Far enough that I could forget it for a moment…

Yoon Heesung must have noticed I’d had enough. He pushed me backward. I fell onto the sofa as if the push carried me. Heesung covered my body. He pinched my cheek hard.

“Ah…!”

Before I could even let out the sound, he kissed me. He sucked my lower lip, then slipped his tongue inside. His spit flowed into my mouth. Only then did the bitterness fade. I squeezed my eyes shut.

Surprisingly, Heesung swept through my mouth in a light, quick way, then pulled away. He said, “That much we did last year too.”

“…”

“Remember?”

Of course I remembered. I couldn’t possibly forget. How could I forget the time when just touching was enough, when I struggled because I wanted more contact? It was a moment I’d never get back.

I wished Heesung would stop with the useless talk and just do it. I didn’t care what he did. I just wanted him to get on with it. I covered my face with both arms. I didn’t want to see anything.

“Your face is red. Even your neck. That stuff must be strong.”

But Heesung, being cruel, pulled my arms down all the way.

“Still, I guess you’re not completely hopeless. You drink well, Lee Yunwoo.”

He even said it while looking at my face. I glared at him through blurry eyes. Maybe it was the alcohol, but my eyes felt thick. My chest was warm too.

It must have been the alcohol that made me speak up.

“How did you… hold yourself back all this time, wanting to do this?”

He could have done it whenever he wanted. Last year he’d forced me onto the bed and done it, hadn’t he. Even if I’d made a pathetic threat back then, Heesung could have ignored it. He could have done whatever he wanted, like he always did. And after all that, now…

Yoon Heesung curled the corners of his mouth.

“I held back because I was afraid you’d hate me.”

“…Then why now?”

Was he saying it was okay for me to hate him now? My hazy mind immediately spilled out hurt feelings. Is this what happens when you’re drunk? You feel ridiculous things?

But what he said next made even my thoughts go cold.

“You can’t hate me anymore.”

Yoon Heesung was grinning.

“You have no one but me now.”

He looked extremely pleased.

“Lee Yunwoo, who doesn’t have the guts to die and no one else to cling to.”

He muttered that as he ran his hand over my stomach. My body, heated by alcohol, was warmer than his. At the feeling of his relatively cool palm, I twisted my waist. As if telling me not to, Heesung moved his hand higher. He brushed my chest and touched my nipple. When I flinched, his touch grew more intense. It was completely different from last year, when he’d pulled his hand away immediately at my shocked reaction. Then he stripped off my top completely. He pulled down my pants and underwear together. In a moment I was naked. But even that wasn’t as shocking as what Heesung had said.

“Your mom doesn’t give a shit about you.”

“…”

“After seeing her today, you understand it better, right?”

So that wasn’t the reason Heesung took me to the hospital today. It wasn’t out of decency, thinking I should at least go see my brother. It wasn’t common sense, thinking we were family and should still see Mom. Heesung wanted me to really feel that I was left alone. He wanted me to realize there was nowhere to lean, that I was on my own.

So that was it…

I’d known that for a long time. Even without Heesung going this far, I knew. Mom only knows Lee Sunwoo. I can’t rely on her. But more than that, what shocked me was that Heesung had taken me to the hospital with that in mind.

It was too shocking.

“Why are you crying? That’s a turn-on.”

“…”

As he said that, Heesung spread my legs. He pushed his body between them and put my right leg over his shoulder. My leg, wearing only a sock, looked pathetic.

“Even your c*ck is cute.”

Heesung would do whatever he wanted anyway. Even if I resisted, he’d just get rougher.

“Suck.”

It was the same when he put his hand to my mouth. The familiar hand, knuckles standing out, went into my mouth. When he pressed my tongue, I gagged weakly. I moved my tongue clumsily. When my tongue touched the soft skin between his fingers, I got startled and pulled it away. I knew Heesung was looking down at me with an expression I’d never seen before. I ignored it.

Then a hand touched me from behind.

“…Hng!”

“You’re surprised by that?”

Startled, I spat his fingers out. Heesung was rubbing me below with his other hand.

That was… down there.

“Today you’ve got to take a c*ck. Our Yunwoo’s in big trouble.”

I remembered something Heesung had said once.

‘I can just rub you. Or put it in your ass.’

“…”

Before I could think about anything else, his other finger, wet with my saliva, shoved into me down there. My limp body went rigid.

“Ah, it hurts. It hurts… Heesung, it hurts.”

“Too bad. It has to be done. We’re going to keep doing this from now on, so get used to it fast.”

I told him it hurt, but Heesung was relentless. I grabbed his shoulders. I clawed and pinched him. But it didn’t affect him at all. I started begging.

“Ah, please. Really… it hurts. Ugh, hng, ah…”

“Bear with it. Only one finger is in.”

“Ah, hng, ugh. This is… weird. It’s weird…”

“Relax.”

But that was easier said than done. When the finger inside me moved, I nearly gagged. My stomach churned. Maybe it was because I’d drunk too much. My head was hazy, but the sensation down there was vivid. I hated that even more.

“Ah, haa, ah!”

Then Heesung put his mouth on my chest. He took a mouthful of my flesh, then licked my nipple with his tongue. My waist trembled at the sensation, which I’d never felt before. I didn’t know if it felt good. It was just strange, and scary. When his fangs grazed the tip of my nipple, tears welled up. Heesung kneaded my buttocks as if to tell me to relax, but I couldn’t calm down.

“What is this? It won’t even get hard.”

“Hnn…”

“This won’t work.”

He quickly took off his shirt. Then he made me wrap my right arm around his back.

“If it hurts, hurt me the same way. Then it won’t hurt as much.”

“…”

At that nonsense, I couldn’t say anything. I could only gasp for breath. Partly because I was out of breath, and partly because I never had a comeback when he acted so unreasonably.

While I was lost for words, Heesung brought my other hand down. Right onto my c*ck. He ordered, “And from now on, you’re going to jerk it until it gets hard. Got it?”

“…”

“Do it properly.”

“…Ahk!”

He pressed down on my hand. His big hand crushed my hand and my c*ck together.

“Ah, okay. It hurts. Stop, it hurts. I’ll do it. I’ll do it, so…”

I nodded frantically. Forgetting shame, I spread my legs wide and rubbed my c*ck up and down. Even as I squirmed at the foreign feeling, I kept stroking diligently.

But my c*ck showed no sign of getting hard. My tense body wouldn’t relax either. I just let tears fall and kept checking Heesung’s face. The finger digging into me only hurt. It didn’t feel good at all.

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