MIM 17

When he opened his eyes, he was r*ping someone.

“Ah…”

His body felt like it was floating with pleasure. Beyond his foggy vision, as if covered in frost, the warm smell of sweat, a soft body scent, and the smell of semen mixed dizzily. It feels good. So good… Jae-seung moaned, blinking his unfocused eyes. The sensation of his fully erect d1ck being tightly squeezed was ecstatic. Every time he thrust his hips wildly while lying on top, their stomachs slid against each other slickly.

The drug-induced rut numbed his reason. In his hazy vision, he could only see the widely spread buttocks desperately accepting his member. The buttocks, already a mess from multiple ejaculations, were reddened from friction. Jae-seung groaned, burying himself deep inside. The inner walls clinging tightly along the contours of his member felt good.

“Haa… ha… ah, it feels good.”

His fingertips touched rough scars. Jae-seung gasped in surprise, only now noticing his own hands forcefully spreading someone’s thighs. The hot air smelled of blood. Blinking his trembling eyelids, he looked down to see the h0le desperately engulfing his shaft. The semen pooled below their connection was a pinkish color mixed with blood.

Blood.

With this realization came shock, but he couldn’t stop moving. Even as his vision gradually cleared, all his attention was focused on the sensation of his d1ck being svcked. Jae-seung forcefully steadied his rough breathing and opened his eyes wide. Following the body marked with wounds, he saw a familiar face. His heart pounded, anticipating a fall.

Brown eyes were looking back at him.

The eyes that had seemed calm to the point of nonchalance were now distorted with pain. One cheek was swollen, and the once-neat hair was a mess. Blood seeped from bitten lips, and with each thrust of his d1ck, the brow furrowed and muscles tensed noticeably.

It was r*pe. Such a violent act couldn’t possibly be s3x.

R*ping Shin-woo.

Jae-seung clutched at the sheets with both hands. For a moment his thoughts stopped, then too many thoughts flooded in at once, making his ears ring.

R*ping. The guy who might have killed his father.

The only person left to him.

His hips moved to a regular rhythm beyond his free will. As he thrust to the root, Shin-woo’s waist lifted slightly and his head tilted back. Shin-woo, legs spread, accepting his d1ck. Faced with this surreal scene, Jae-seung couldn’t come to his senses. Turning his head at the sound of tearing sheets, he saw hands caked with dried blood.

These are hands that killed people. The last thing he remembered was seeing Si-hyeong collapse like a corpse after being shot right in front of him. The hands that had shot Si-hyeong and might have cut off his father’s head were now crawling like snakes across the sheets.

Will he try to k1ll me when this is over? Someone who casually commits murder wouldn’t let the person who ra*ped him live. He might leave the mansion forever. Even someone from Mangwol District wouldn’t have a reason to stay by his side after enduring this.

Jae-seung felt nauseous.

Jae-seung wanted to stop this disgusting act immediately, but his body wouldn’t move as he wished. He was trapped in a body he couldn’t control, barely clinging to a faint consciousness. He had to stimulate his fully erect d1ck somehow to ejacvlate. He had to rub against the inner walls and thrust into the h0le to release the heat.

“Huk… hu, ugh.”

His mind wasn’t working properly due to the pleasure, easily falling into dramatic emotions. Jae-seung swallowed his saliva and thrust his lower body forcefully. Even as he saw tears falling drop by drop onto Shin-woo’s face looking up at him with wide eyes, even as he heard the sobbing m0ans, Jae-seung didn’t realize he was crying.

It felt good. Jae-seung focused solely on the pleasure, escaping from anxiety. He raised his upper body to position himself, then roughly grabbed Shin-woo’s hips and pulled him closer. Flesh met with a squelching sound. His d1ck violently entered and exited the h0le spread to its limit. He pressed down on Shin-woo’s body, mounting him and thrusting his d1ck fiercely until foam formed from the semen at the h0le. As friction and pressure built up, the orgasm surged. The closer he got to the climax, the more fear crept in. He was afraid Shin-woo would reach out and strangle him at any moment. Or that Shin-woo might leave…

It was then that the two legs that had been limp wrapped around his waist and pulled.

“Ugh, ungh.”

M0ans began to escape from Shin-woo’s mouth, which had only been enduring silently until now. He opened his forcibly closed lips and made sounds. Strange sounds that didn’t seem painful or pleasurable.

Jae-seung leaned over Shin-woo, supporting himself with both arms. He slowly moved his dazed eyes, intently examining Shin-woo covered in bodily fluids. As tears that had gathered on his long eyelashes flowed down, Shin-woo’s face came into focus. He was smiling mischievously with the corners of his mouth raised.

“Why are you crying?”

“…”

“Because it feels good?”

A warm hand gently wiped away the tears covering his cheeks. Unconsciously, Jae-seung nuzzled his cheek against Shin-woo’s hand. The legs wrapped around his waist twitched, encouraging deeper penetration. With thighs squeezing his waist and the h0le tightly gripping his d1ck, he couldn’t regain his senses. Forgetting that it was r*pe, Jae-seung roughly pressed their bodies together. The inner walls, already wet with semen, svcked his d1ck as if melting from the hot, continuous insertion. It felt good. So good he couldn’t stop. In a daze, he grabbed the hips and pulled hard towards his groin. He kept doing this wildly until the legs tightly embracing his waist lost strength. As he stared blankly at the squelching point of connection, Shin-woo suddenly stuck something deep into his ear.

I’m going to die. Could this be considered a death from excessive sexual activity? I, the master of seduction, will ultimately be murdered with a knife in my head. Instead of the events of my life flashing before my eyes in my final moments, it was frivolous thoughts.

“Your fever is still high.”

Shin-woo muttered, pulling out what he had stuck in Jae-seung’s ear. What he held wasn’t a knife, but a thermometer. He pushed the feverish Jae-seung down, straddled him, and began rocking his hips back and forth with the member still inside him.

“Let’s do it one more time.”

Shin-woo started moving his body as if riding a horse. Instead of holding reins, he placed his hands neatly on Jae-seung’s chest and crudely bounced his hips up and down. It was less like s3x and more like an attempt to wring out every last drop of semen. As disgust welled up, reminiscent of Ji-un’s efficient stroking, the increasing friction quickly heated up his d1ck, making it feel suddenly wet. Jae-seung lifted his hips slightly, pushing the sheets with his toes. Tears that had rolled down his temples pooled inside his ears.

He hated it, but it felt good. It was his first time..

“Ungh, hu, uh, ah, I think I’m going to come. Hak, huuh, ugh…!”

The ejaculation was long. As the hot climax continued, the dull abdominal pain gradually subsided. Despite achieving his goal, Shin-woo didn’t get up immediately, receiving all the semen in his h0le. When he tightened and then relaxed his buttocks, Jae-seung tilted his head back. His d1ck, having released to the last drop, felt sore.

He didn’t want to regain his senses. Fvck, there was too much to face right away. Jae-seung raised his exhausted arm to cover his eyes.

A rough hand covered his forehead. Thinking the fever had dropped enough, Shin-woo sighed deeply. The sound of his relieved sigh was unbearably distracting, so Jae-seung mustered the courage to look up into his brown eyes. Shin-woo, who had been looking down, smiled as soon as their eyes met. With a face swollen and lips split, in a mess.

He looked terrible, far from the neat appearance when he left the house. His blood-splattered shirt, buttons all gone as if torn off, barely covered his shoulders, and red handprints marked his wrists as if he had been forcefully grabbed. His sturdy body was mottled with large and small wounds, especially a long scar crossing from his stomach to his side, clearly a stab wound.

Jae-seung’s gaze, which had been scanning the battered body, unable to distinguish new wounds from old, stopped at the groin. The completely unaroused d1ck hung limply. It seemed Shin-woo hadn’t properly gotten erect even once while Jae-seung had ejaculated multiple times.

Shin-woo finally raised his knees and lifted his body. As the soaked d1ck slipped out, a whitish liquid trickled down between his thigh muscles. The last ejaculation was watery, indicating how much they had done.

“…Did I r*pe you?”

Jae-seung asked, trying to appear calm. The word ‘r*pe,’ difficult to say, sounded awkward even to his own ears.