TIN 69

“…Ah!”

There was no time to answer anything. As soon as he finished speaking, he pressed down mercilessly with his wet hand. With the fear that my intestines were being crushed, I clenched my fists tightly and pushed him away with my feet.

“Wait, ugh, wait…”

It was painful, but the damn fear was the problem. The tingling sensation below my waist made me worry about the permanent aftereffects that would come after the act. For example, that the hole wouldn’t close, or that I wouldn’t be able to use my legs again.

“I can’t give you time to think.”

Joo Do-hwa, who replied briefly, grabbed the ankle that had come up to his shoulder. It wasn’t a strong force, but the moment my Achilles tendon was pressed, I felt an inexplicable sense of unease. A primal warning that maybe this was my last chance to escape.

It would be a lie to say I wasn’t angry. What did I do wrong? There was no reason to give in to this dog-like stubbornness.

On the other hand, I was also stubborn. We had sex last time, so what could go wrong this time?

“Heut…!”

But the fear of an unfamiliar situation was so threatening that my reason was paralyzed. To the point where I hurriedly opened my mouth, forgetting about my pride, the moment he lowered his upper body.

“I was wro…wrong.”

“…”

Tuk, he stopped moving abruptly. It was the moment I squeezed out a word. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes tightly, and then opened them.

“I was wrong.”

Thud thud, the tears that had been welling up fell powerlessly. The breath that rose from deep within my chest contained both anger and misery for this particular situation.

“I’ll never, ha…”

“…”

“I’ll never do that again.”

If there was a mistake, it was just this much. Being sold to him at Oceans. Not running away sooner and staying, not being able to stand it even though I knew he would be a pain in the ass.

And not saying this one word sooner.

“I’m sorry, Do-hwa.”

At Oceans, I had bowed countless times and even knelt for things that weren’t my fault. It was such a common occurrence that it was strangely not offensive, and there were no particularly bad memories that were worth dwelling on. It wasn’t like I would die from apologizing, and it wasn’t a big deal for me to say that I was sorry.

But why did I feel so fucked up? Should I call it miserable, or should I call it terrible? It was so painful that it felt like I was being strangled, and it wasn’t easy for me to face that bright yellow gaze.

“…So let me go.”

The one word that flowed out like a breath must have been conveyed to Joo Do-hwa as well. Because he had been staring at me without even making a sound ever since I opened my mouth.

Joo Do-hwa, who had been sending a gaze that was as persistent as if he was observing me this whole time, slowly released the ankle he had been holding.

“Huu…”

The penis that had been forced in slid out. The still-dry hole tightly constricted his pillar. My shoulders trembled at the unfamiliar sensation as if the inner walls were being torn away.

Even after pulling out his penis, he didn’t immediately loosen me up below. He just stared at me intently before averting his gaze. He pressed the button on the intercom attached to the wall and spoke in a subdued voice.

“Depart.”

No further explanation was needed. With just that one word, the car started driving across the bridge again.

“…”

The rapidly flowing scenery outside created unnecessary expectations.

Could this be the end?  I had the feeling that he might feel weak about stopping, but maybe he had lost all motivation after hearing my apology. I didn’t know why he had started the car again, but it seemed like his stubbornness had subsided for now.

But unfortunately, he soon turned back toward me. He ran his hand over the liquid that had wet my belly skin and slid it between my legs, saying, “Spread your legs.”

“…”

His fingers invaded the opened hole without hesitation. Since it had been holding a very thick penis for a long time, two fingers could enter the inside without any difficulty. Joo Do-hwa, who immediately stretched the hole as if he was scissoring, rotated his wrist.

“How many did you put in to loosen it up back then?”

There was no need to ask when ‘back then’ was. His sex with me had only been once, excluding today.

“Three…”

“Ah, three.”

With those words, Joo Do-hwa immediately added one more finger. Was it because his fingers were thicker than mine? It felt much more overwhelming than when I had prepared alone.

“Henry loosened you up with three.”

The way he stirred below without any skill was more careless than could be attributed to inexperience. It was even more so because he didn’t bother to try as if he wouldn’t make an effort, and didn’t even look at my reaction.

The squelching sound continued for quite a while, and then the three fingers increased to four.

“…Hiss.”

I reflexively groaned and bit down hard on the inside of my lip. My lower body felt stretched to its limit, and I could even feel the prominent joints of each finger. The only saving grace was that my soaked lower region was helping somewhat.

“Science and technology are so useless. How is there still no drug that can make even betas wet?”

Joo Do-hwa spouted nonsense, saying it was all because the privileged class were special types. How could he, himself the most privileged of all, dare to talk about the absurdities of the world?

“Well, if you were an omega, I wouldn’t even be doing this…”

Joo Do-hwa chuckled and pulled his fingers out. The sudden emptiness inside left me feeling strangely hollow. Instinctively, I tried to clench my lower muscles, but he pressed the head of his penis firmly against my open hole.

“Hngh…”

His thick member slid smoothly inside. The insertion was easier than before, and thankfully, it didn’t feel like my body was on the verge of breaking. I barely managed to suppress a moan and squeezed my eyes shut as he began to thrust deeply, without any hesitation.

“Ugh, uh…Hiss…”

The boy who used to call me “hyung” was no longer there. There was only a man pressing down on me with his threateningly large physique, using the overwhelming difference in strength as a weapon. The hand gripping my thigh, the eyes staring intently, could no longer be dismissed as those of a child, not even as a joke.

“Ugh, uh…”

The rough thrusting from the start was clearly a strenuous act, even without the pain. To make matters worse, the angle stabbing into my belly subtly changed each time the car came across a bump in the road.

“…Huk, ugh.”

I bit down hard on my lower lip to avoid making any noise while he moved. When suppressed gasps inevitably escaped, I had to curl up and suppress my anger, unable to bear the frustrating feeling.

“Noise.”

Looking at me like that, Joo Do-hwa started in a voice that cracked like a beast’s. His gleaming eyes shone as if they would devour me.

“Don’t hold back. Let it out.”

“…”

Instead of answering, I bit my lip harder. A metallic taste tinged the tip of my tongue, as if I had finally drawn blood. Tsk, Joo Do-hwa clicked his tongue and roughly grabbed my chin, shoving his index and middle fingers between my lips.

“Make noise.”

“Ah…Hngh, uh…!”

The suppressed moans burst out helplessly. It was closer to a groan of pain, but that alone seemed to satisfy Joo Do-hwa. Huff, Joo Do-hwa exhaled a short breath and pressed down on my tongue with the fingers he had put in my mouth.

“Ahngh, hiss, euung…”

My wounded tongue throbbed with pain. My head spun as if drunk from the uncontrollably pouring pheromones. Would it be like this if I took drugs? My limp body felt as if all its sensory systems had broken down. From some unknown moment, my lower abdomen began to tremble, and finally, I felt the sensation of climax.

“Euuh…!”

The gush of semen that erupted was by no means the result of pleasure. It was more like a mistake made by a body intoxicated by the pheromones of a dominant alpha, unable to distinguish between fear and pleasure.

“Ha.”

When Joo Do-hwa exhaled a panting breath, I instinctively knew. That he, too, was slowly reaching his climax. The fact that the act was ending was something to be happy about, but there was something I absolutely had to bring up this time.

“Don’t…Hiss, don’t cum inside…”

I squeezed out the words in a voice that barely came out, pleading with him desperately. Leaning my cheek against his large palm was, once again, an act of hoping that he would be moved even a little. As I instinctively closed my legs, Joo Do-hwa gripped my thigh tightly with his other hand, as if to tell me not to do anything foolish.

“Why, huff…Is there an extra charge?”

His husky, cracking voice was excessively cold. It was clearly a sarcastic remark, but the words that followed were in the direction I had hoped for.

“Alright. I won’t plant seeds that can’t even make a badge.”

“…Hiss, uh.”

And just before climax, Joo Do-hwa pulled his penis out as promised. My lower body slid down, but the wrists tied to the ceiling firmly held my slipping body in place. As I fluttered my eyelids, half-sprawled, he raised his body and brought his penis close to my face.

“Open you mouth. Do it.”

I didn’t know what possessed me to open my mouth. Beyond my blurred vision, I could see the man’s hand gripping the thick shaft. No sooner had he stroked his long member a couple of times than a milky white fluid burst from his engorged penis.

“…”

The semen sprayed on my face dripped down my cheeks. The slightly viscous liquid soaked my entire face and lips, seeping into my mouth. Thanks to the pheromones mixed in, it wasn’t unpleasant, but I couldn’t help but feel utterly miserable.

“Haa…”

After finishing his long ejaculation, Joo Do-hwa let out a long breath and rubbed his wet penis against my cheek. As if deliberately trying to leave his mark, he traced over my cheeks and lips before opening his mouth in a low voice.

“…They call it ‘Hwayangyeonhwa.’”

It was a word I had vaguely heard before. Flower Hwa (花), appearance Yang (樣). Theo had mentioned in passing that Wang Wei’s company used the same Chinese characters.

“Like a flower in full bloom…There’s a beautiful time.”

His slow, gentle voice sounded sweet as if he were confessing his love. For a rapist to say such beautiful and romantic words after sex that was no different from violence was surprisinly beautiful and romantic.

“You’re pretty, right now.”

“…”

The ridicule that rose to my throat was never uttered. I simply lowered my eyelashes, which were matted with semen, and let out a hollow laugh.

You son of a bitch.

Outside the car window, which had stopped before I knew it, a huge mansion that looked like a prison entered my eyes.