MIM 16

“Ah, shit. What’s wrong with this bastard again?”

As Jae-seung began to struggle violently despite being tied up, the flustered Byeong-woo stepped back. Ji-un snatched the gun from Byeong-woo and fired another dart. After checking Jae-seung’s eyes, hazy from the anesthetic, he quickly took out a syringe and drew blood. He transferred the collected blood to a container and then pulled out a condom from his pocket and handed it over. All his actions were efficient, as if calculated.

“Just rub it and get it over with quickly.”

“Alright.”

“…What are you doing?”

“What. You want me to do it?”

Byeong-woo looked around the now empty room with just him and Ji-un, and shuddered in disgust.

“No way! Why should I rub an Alpha bastard’s d1ck? What do you think I am, a whore?”

“It’s disgusting, so I’m going to wait outside.”

“I can’t do it! Tell that Si-hyeong kid to come in.”

“He got hit earlier and chickened out, said he’s quitting everything, money and all. Wouldn’t it be better if you just do it and split his share too?”

“Stop bullshitting and tell him to come. How can he back out now?”

His vision was blurry. Jae-seung stared at Byeong-woo and Ji-un, who were chattering away without caring whether he could hear them or not. As sensation slowly returned to his cheeks, he felt something wet – probably tears. The clothes he had carefully chosen to impress his friends were now a mess of blood and mud, and drool from around the gag left sticky stains on his cheeks. The surreal present became clearer, while the memories of laughing and playing shooting games with them faded like a dream.

“…Why did you call me?”

Si-hyeong cautiously poked his head through the door crack. He glanced at the fallen Jae-seung and shook his head with a pale face.

“I said I won’t do it! If I had known it was this dangerous, I wouldn’t have done it for that measly money.”

“Ha! I’ll do it, I’ll do it! I’ll give you the promised money, so come and at least extract some pheromones. It’s a pain in the ass to get it up by rubbing it.”

“…”

“Hurry! He can’t move because he’s tied up.”

Ji-un urged, slapping Jae-seung’s cheek. Si-hyeong, who had been hesitating while watching the unresponsive Jae-seung, finally sighed. He glared at Byeong-woo, who was taking the opportunity to escape, and carefully closed the door. He only managed to stand far from the bed, but Ji-un didn’t complain.

“We don’t have time. Hurry.”

As soon as Ji-un gave the order, he quickly got to work. He unzipped Jae-seung’s pants, took out the limp d1ck, and gently rubbed them with his palm, signaling to Si-hyeong. While Ji-un tore open the condom with his teeth, Si-hyeong caressed his own body. As his excitement began to rise, concentrated pheromones started to flow out.

“Nngh…”

Jae-seung groaned, twisting his body. His body, already stimulated by the inducer, was heating up again. After curling up and stretching repeatedly in pain for a while, his d1ck began to harden. All emotions evaporated, leaving only desire. Jae-seung blinked his empty eyes, shedding tears, and squirmed his lower body. Lying face down, he felt himself getting wet as he rubbed his d1ck against the bed sheets.

“That’s it. He’ll come in the condom at this rate. Just a bit more.”

“Haa…”

“Shit, I’m getting turned on too.”

Si-hyeong laughed with a reddened face at Ji-un’s subtle joke. While they flirted aimlessly with each other, Jae-seung writhed alone. He was so sensitive that even the soft bedding hurt his skin. He needed more pressure to release. Jae-seung gathered his thigh muscles to press down on his d1ck. Just a little more. Just a little more…

Ji-un, who had left Jae-seung to suffer until he was fully er3ct, got up from his seat. Because his hands were tied, Jae-seung couldn’t masturbate properly, causing a delay. Ji-un stroked Jae-seung’s d1ck with a disgusted expression, as if touching something dirty. The shaft rising through his hand was massive and heavy. Ji-un glanced at the throbbing d1ck and whispered to Si-hyeong.

“It’s fvcking huge. Good thing we bought the large condoms. You would’ve died if you had done it with this.”

“I was only planning to use my mouth.”

“Your jaw would’ve dislocated then.”

“Shut up. By the way, what does that woman want her son’s semen for?”

“How should I know? Is this what happens when you have too much money?”

“I tried to probe earlier, and it seems like they don’t even get along.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. They don’t live together.”

Jae-seung blinked vacantly. The tears that had pooled flowed down his temples.

“Maybe she’s trying to urgently make a grandchild? His brother is in a mental hospital too.”

“Isn’t the brother not her child? Ah, I watched a documentary about the Ma family before, but I forgot. It was complicated.”

“Who cares about their messed-up family situation…”

At that moment, a loud noise from upstairs drowned out the end of the sentence. Ji-un and Si-hyeong exchanged glances with stiff faces. It sounded like a collision had occurred nearby.

“What was that?”

Si-hyeong turned to Ji-un, hunching his shoulders. The noise didn’t stop there. Amidst sounds like a building collapsing, a car horn blared.

“What the hell is going on?”

“Shh. Someone’s here.”

Ji-un raised a finger to his lips and listened to the sounds outside. The hysterical honking was so close it seemed to be echoing inside the house. Since a car couldn’t enter the house… it meant the front door had been completely destroyed. Just as this realization hit, someone screamed. It was a shriek that couldn’t come from fear alone, as if turning their insides out. Something was constantly breaking upstairs.

“Shit… it’s the Mangwol District guy.”

Ji-un muttered blankly. It couldn’t be anyone else. He glanced down at Jae-seung and then instructed Si-hyeong, who was trembling in the corner.

“Turn off the lights. If you don’t want to be found.”

Si-hyeong quickly turned off the lights as instructed, then pressed his back tightly against the wall next to the door. In the darkness, Jae-seung heard the sounds. Beyond the door, there was the sound of something hard like wood breaking, sharp shattering noises like pottery or glass breaking, and screams that continued for a long time. Amidst the ear-piercing screams and groans constricted with pain, a familiar voice begging for life reached his ears. Please. Save me. Save me!

And finally, silence.

As the sound of shoes coming down the stairs grew closer, his heart, which had been pounding with anxiety, suddenly found calm as if nothing had happened.

The footsteps stopped in front of the door. In the suffocating tension, as if someone might break down the door at any moment, no one moved. After waiting for a long time with no sign of movement, Si-hyeong carefully put his ear to the door. In the darkness, a pair of eyes shone black with fear.

Bang! The door shattered and light from outside poured in. Black shoes stepped on Si-hyeong’s hand as they entered the room. As the man whose face couldn’t be seen raised his tranquilizer gun, light fell on his chest. The man’s shirt was so soaked in blood that its original color was indistinguishable.

The man’s gaze slowly swept around the room before stopping on the bed. He said nothing, and Jae-seung couldn’t see his face. Just when it seemed like nothing would happen, the man kicked Si-hyeong in the head as he tried to crawl away secretly. A sound like a watermelon splitting echoed through the room. He approached Si-hyeong, who had fallen without even screaming.

“Aaagh! Don’t! I didn’t do anything wrong! I just did what I was told! I was threatened too. Please believe me! Aaah!”

Si-hyeong rolled towards the wall, clutching his head. The black shoes pursuing him left red footprints on the floor. The man, like a hunting beast, cornered Si-hyeong against the dead-end wall, then aimed the gun at his prey’s chest. The half-crushed face was terrified, sensing the impending end. The dart flew accurately and lodged in Si-hyeong’s chest as he writhed, baring bloody teeth.

Before his tongue went numb, Si-hyeong begged at the man’s feet. His pleading voice was no different from what they had heard upstairs, and…

“Please, I’ll die if you hit me more. Okay? I-I’m dying. Ple-please, save—”

The outcome was the same as well.

The man shot all the remaining darts into Si-hyeong’s head, back, and nape as he wailed. Not satisfied with lodging more than five darts into his upper body, he mercilessly bashed Si-hyeong’s small head with the gun. The smell of blood stung the nose. Barely clinging to his fading consciousness, Jae-seung managed to lift his wet eyelids.

Finally, in his blurry vision, he saw Shin-woo. The guy, covered in blood from head to toe, slowly turned his lowered head to look at Jae-seung. Their eyes met, flashing ominously.

Just before losing consciousness, Jae-seung thought. If this guy had killed his father and cut off his head, he must have had exactly that face at that moment.