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Yoon Moo-hwa pushed Haero away. He removed his hand from his chest, grabbed a towel, and left the booth.

“I’ll wash over there, you wash here.”

Haero, who had been standing under the warm water Yoon Moo-hwa had set, followed him out.

Yoon Moo-hwa, dripping wet, was looking for something. When he opened the drawer, he saw an e-cigarette. Next to it was a string. It was the kind sailors used to practice knot-tying. Haero had one too. He would fiddle with it whenever he tried to organize his thoughts or clear his mind.

That meant Haero was also skilled at tying knots.

Haero rushed over and snatched the string.

Two naked men soaked in water facing each other, but it wasn’t funny at all.

Yoon Moo-hwa looked at Haero glaring at him and put the e-cigarette in his mouth, “What are you going to do with that?”

Though he answered pretending to be calm, he seemed a bit tense. 

Haero felt like laughing. 

‘Did he think I was going to put on a show of trying to kill myself with this?

If so, he was wrong.’

Haero hooked Yoon Moo-hwa’s leg from the outside and pulled. Although he could have easily avoided it, Yoon Moo-hwa didn’t resist. His way of avoiding was to minimize the impact he would receive and instead return it to the opponent.

Haero removed the cigarette from Yoon Moo-hwa’s mouth as he lay on the bed behind him, threw it away, and quickly tied both his wrists.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Yoon Moo-hwa was still calm. 

Haero straddled his unresponsive opponent. He wanted to cry. He felt like crying a lot, but also felt like laughing.

“Can’t you imagine what I’m about to do? We’re both naked. And I’m on top of you.”

“You’re going to really get hurt doing this. I don’t want to hurt you. Get off.”

Haero flinched for a moment at the commanding tone. But that was it.

He had just dropped out of school. He was no longer a cadet or anything. Yoon Moo-hwa had ordered him to give up his feelings if he wanted to stay in school. So he left school without giving up his feelings. Therefore, Yoon Moo-hwa’s orders no longer applied to him.

In this state of being nothing, he now intends to tie up his relationship with Yoon Moo-hwa.

Because that’s the only way to move on.

“You fool, don’t you understand yet? This is why I’m going this far.” Haero smiled. The corners of his mouth trembled slightly, “I want you to hurt me. So you’ll know that I’m not a glass doll, and no longer the young Number 8 from that island.”

It was practically begging.

Haero used his limited knowledge. He reached behind and touched Yoon Moo-hwa’s dick. What was half-erect due to fatigue immediately hardened when he grasped it.

‘It’s not because of me. It’s just because of accumulated fatigue and external stimulation.’ Haero laughed as he shed a tear.

“I want to show you that you can hurt me. And that I won’t break even if you do.”

“Haero.”

Finally, Yoon Moo-hwa frowned. He seemed perplexed and flustered. 

Haero lifted Yoon Moo-hwa’s bound hands and hooked them on the bedpost. He could see him gritting his teeth.

“You shouldn’t do this. This is your last chance. If you stop here…” Yoon Moo-hwa shouted through gritted teeth at Haero, who was positioning his hips over Yoon Moo-hwa’s erect dick.

“If I stop, nothing will change.”

“Do you think doing this will make things go the way you want?”

“It’s better than nothing changing. You go ahead. Keep hoping that nothing will change, like a coward.” Haero declared, tears streaming down his face, “But I’m not like that. You understand? Now, I’m going to r*pe you.”

* * *

It was more painful than he had imagined. There was no moaning or writhing in pleasure like in videos.

Because he hadn’t prepared himself enough, Haero’s entrance tore, and with the blood, water, and subsequent cold sweat, he could take in a bit more, but it was still just the tip.

“You’re bleeding. Stop. … Please…” Yoon Moo-hwa tried to stop Haero, grinding his teeth. It was fortunate the bedpost was metal. If it had been wood, it would have broken already.

Haero lifted his face, drenched in cold sweat. His nails had left marks all over Yoon Moo-hwa’s stomach and chest from trying to endure the pain.

“Then stop me. You could push me off with your legs…”

It was clear that moving roughly while still connected in this torn state would cause more injury.

Yoon Moo-hwa’s forehead was also drenched in sweat. Now his hair was matted not from water, but from sweat.

“Ugh…!”

Haero collapsed onto Yoon Moo-hwa’s upper body in pain.

Their connected chests beat violently. Both Haero’s and Yoon Moo-hwa’s.

“You don’t need to go this far. I understand how you feel, so please get off.”

“Liar!” Haero shook his head violently in denial. “You’re just trying to appease me. I, … I saw it. The papers in your pocket…”

Haero barely raised his upper body, leaving tears all over Yoon Moo-hwa’s chest.

His still young and innocent face was a mess of various bodily fluids. Lowering his gaze, Haero looked down with satisfaction at Yoon Moo-hwa, who had started biting his own lips in confusion.

Though his body felt like it was being torn apart, his heart felt content.

“You can’t adopt me now. What kind of family sleeps with their siblings? I’d rather become a pirate. Sleeping with a sibling is more shameless than crime.” Haero started to move slowly.

He knew Yoon Moo-hwa wasn’t fully inside, but he couldn’t take any more. He feared his stomach might burst if he did.

Even in this situation, he felt cynical about being glad that Yoon Moo-hwa’s erection hadn’t subsided.

“Haero, stop…!”

“And now I don’t want to listen to you anymore…” Haero reached out and covered Yoon Moo-hwa’s mouth.

He could feel Yoon Moo-hwa’s heavy breath on his palm. Haero strained his trembling thighs and slowly moved up and down. It felt like his lower half was being torn apart. He had always felt an emptiness, as if his bottom was falling out, but this pain was enormous enough to fill all of that.

‘So this is why people did this so much, to feel connected.’

Haero wanted to tear up both the adoption papers and Yoon Moo-hwa. And ultimately, himself too.

“Hic, huu… huh.” He cried until his eyes were swollen. 

Yoon Moo-hwa’s face hardened as he repeatedly looked at Haero’s face and their connected parts. His breathing became choppy and rough. The blood wetting even his pubic hair was horrifying. Though he should have been used to seeing blood, Yoon Moo-hwa’s whole body stiffened at this small amount.

Yet his erection wouldn’t subside. Haero tilted his head back and gritted his teeth. The volume, thickness, and size were all much greater when directly inside than when just looking.

It was hard to bear, but even though he had sufficiently shown that he could be hurt and that the same applied to Yoon Moo-hwa, he felt greedy. 

Haero moved painstakingly, determined to see Yoon Moo-hwa ejaculate inside him.

“Do I still seem like a pet to you?” Haero asked with reddened eyes, “Do you still… think it’s possible to protect perfectly?”

Haero slowly examined Yoon Moo-hwa’s face, veins popping on his forehead from clenching his teeth.

He was lovely. And hateful at the same time. Haero endured tremendous pain as he lowered his waist. He kissed that wet forehead and pulled away before Yoon Moo-hwa could grab him. He sucked his own lips, wet with sweat or water. He chewed his swollen lips again.

“You’re the one living in a dream…”

Yoon Moo-hwa had become a man dreaming only about himself. It was an absurd, nonsensical dream. Having woken up from that dream first, now he would wake Yoon Moo-hwa. They couldn’t stay unchanged without hurting each other. Haero was willing to endure any pain if it meant being connected with him. He could handle seeing blood.

Yoon Moo-hwa’s honor had been restored due to Gorin’s malicious article. His attack on that newspaper would have only fed the gossip mongers. Haero would restore Yoon Moo-hwa’s honor that had been tarnished by association with him.

And he would tarnish not Yoon Moo-hwa’s honor, but Yoon Moo-hwa himself.

In deciding to drop out, Haero had concluded everything. Yoon Moo-hwa could no longer control what happened from now on. It would all be by his own choice. Only by tying off and cutting could they start anew.

“I love your cock…” Haero whispered, despite his own dick not being erect at all due to the unbearable pain.

Veins popped on Yoon Moo-hwa’s forehead. Blood vessels rose on his lower abdomen, and for the first time, he thrust his hips. It was a somewhat instinctive, reflexive movement.

“Aagh!” Haero screamed and fell forward. His hand slipped from Yoon Moo-hwa’s mouth.

Despite his mouth being free, Yoon Moo-hwa said nothing. Instead, he clenched his jaw and thrust up into Haero’s lower body.

It went in a little deeper. The sex organ, stained with blood, sweat, and water, writhed to open Haero further. Now Haero raised his waist, pressing on Yoon Moo-hwa’s stomach not to take more in, but to push back.

And shortly after, a sticky fluid poured into Haero’s numb insides.

“…!”

Haero’s eyes widened.

The feeling of fluid wetting his insides made him shudder. His spine froze and his shoulders trembled.

An act devoid of pleasure and full of only pain had come to an end.

Haero was dazed until he felt rough breathing slowly approaching from a distant place and came to his senses.

That breathing was a mix of his own and Yoon Moo-hwa’s.

Haero slowly removed Yoon Moo-hwa from inside him, moving his trembling legs. The pain made it difficult to move. When he finally managed to bring his legs together, semen mixed with blood trickled from inside, and before his eyes was only Yoon Moo-hwa’s messy dick.

‘This thing, it wasn’t good at all. It wasn’t good at all. And yet it was insanely good.’

Haero wiped his face, sniffling, and got off the bed. Each step was pitifully unsteady. 

Yoon Moo-hwa tightly closed his eyes, unable to watch Haero’s retreating back as he staggered away.

A moment later, the sound of Haero’s footsteps approached. 

Yoon Moo-hwa didn’t open his eyes.

Haero’s gaze slowly traced Yoon Moo-hwa’s body. The dirtied dick and the wounds he had left. 

After staring at them for a long time, he placed something in Yoon Moo-hwa’s bound hands.

“You can cut yourself free and get up now if you want.” What Haero had given him was a kitchen knife. “But if you do get up, call the police and tell them to arrest me. No leniency. Punish me unconditionally.”

His hoarse voice reminded of Haero’s nasal tone when he inevitably caught a cold in his nose and throat.

When he was sick, if Yoon Moo-hwa was on land, he would always stay by his side and nurse him all night. Even when he had just returned to port and hadn’t even taken off his uniform.

‘If we had already been completely brothers then, would I have never developed these feelings in the first place? The adoption application was a letter that arrived too late.’

But he couldn’t be sure. Haero’s world was too narrow and solid, Yoon Moo-hwa himself, so he couldn’t imagine holding anyone else in his eyes or heart, even now.

“Don’t try to find me. I’ll come to you.” Haero decided to leave.

He would live a life beyond Yoon Moo-hwa’s influence. If he happened to fall for someone else, that would be fortunate, but he had already used up all his luck in meeting Yoon Moo-hwa, so it probably wouldn’t happen.

Even his name was given by Yoon Moo-hwa, but it was still his name. He would live fully as Haero. And somehow, he would meet Yoon Moo-hwa again on the vast sea.

Yoon Moo-hwa’s lips were split. It showed how much he had bitten them throughout the act. Haero wondered what words and feelings he had hidden behind those closed lips, but he didn’t want to hear them. It clearly wasn’t what he wanted.

‘I really did violate Yoon Moo-hwa.’ Haero’s chest felt a cold, stinging pain.

“When we meet again, you’ll love me too.”

Haero slowly lowered his head to bring his lips to Yoon Moo-hwa’s forehead. His equally split lips touched Yoon Moo-hwa’s forehead. It was wetter than before and had cooled down more.

“So, if you don’t want that, if you really hate it, run away. When I catch you next time, it’ll be really dangerous.”

Boastful confidence, bravado, bluster. But also a desperate plea. 

Haero’s trembling voice transmitted through the forehead.

“And don’t open your eyes. …Please.” Haero whispered, placing a piece of paper on Yoon Moo-hwa’s face. 

Unlike his composed threats, his face was soaked.

Haero put on his clothes one by one, which he had shed like a shell. Every time he bent his waist, he felt pain as if he was being torn apart. His lower part was already torn.

“Ugh…”

As Haero was about to lean against the wall, his legs giving out, he thought he heard someone grinding their teeth.

But he was so tired, so utterly exhausted that he doubted his own sanity and didn’t even feel like checking.

Even if Yoon Moo-hwa was angry, it didn’t matter anymore. Haero was about to leave Yoon Moo-hwa. He wanted Yoon Moo-hwa to see him. He wanted to show himself to Yoon Moo-hwa. That’s why he wanted to become a stranger.

Haero swallowed a groan at the semen trickling down his legs. But he didn’t wipe it away. It was hard enough just putting on clothes on his wet body.

After hardship, more hardship followed.

Haero finally made it to the entrance and looked back one last time before leaving.

There was no Yoon Moo-hwa coming out with a knife.

Letting him go must be Yoon Moo-hwa’s last consideration. Yoon Moo-hwa could have caught him easily. He could have caught him and, as he had done until now, thoroughly ignored Haero’s feelings and acted as he wished.

“Even though you’re finally listening to me, I don’t feel good about it.” Haero muttered quietly with a bitter smile as he turned away. As he opened the door, bright lights came on. Blinking his stinging eyes, he stepped out.