PSY CH 63

Finally, the glans squished the tender flesh deep inside his body.

“Ugh!”

With his face pressed against the pillow and his nape held, Jooyoung clutched his stomach in a hurry at the deep insertion that churned his insides. The outline of his cock was clearly visible above his stomach skin.

“Ugh…!”

Squirming, the cock buried deep inside his intestines trembled and shot out thick semen. Dohyun clenched Jooyoung’s pelvis tightly, bowed his head deeply, then slowly lifted it up. The momentary satisfaction that lingered in his glossy eyes quickly faded away.

“…Ha.”

He pushed Jooyoung’s pelvis and pulled his cock out.

“Ah!”

With a low cry, Jooyoung collapsed on the spot. He lay on his side, gasping for breath. His lips, damp and swollen, were so red they looked like they might burst from how hard he’d bitten them. His pelvis and even the insides of his thighs, anywhere Dohyun had touched, were similarly flushed red. It was clear evidence of how rough their intercourse had just been.

Dohyun stripped off the condom that was hanging heavily below and immediately grabbed a new one. Seeing him tear open the package, Jooyoung hastily sat up.

“I won’t do it.”

Dohyun didn’t even pretend to listen. He silently rolled the condom onto himself and grabbed Jooyoung’s ankle.

“Ugh, stop it!”

Jooyoung kicked Dohyun in the thigh. Dohyun flinched momentarily but ignored it, pulling Jooyoung’s body underneath him. Jooyoung’s thin frame was dragged without resistance under his forceful hands.

Dohyun flipped Jooyoung over and tried to enter him again from behind. Feeling the younger man’s hand approach his nape, Jooyoung snapped sharply.

“Am I a dog to you?”

Dohyun, who had been rubbing his tip against Jooyoung’s entrance, paused. Seizing the opportunity, Jooyoung pushed him away and slipped out from under him. Dohyun remained on his knees, quietly staring at Jooyoung.

“I don’t know why you’re taking your anger out on me, but… ha, enough already.”

Jooyoung ran a hand through his messy hair in frustration.

“…Anger?”

“Yeah. You’re lashing out.”

He’d come to Dohyun’s place after receiving the text at ‘8 o’clock.’ Even though their relationship had always been under coercion, Dohyun had always asked for permission and never forced him by strength. Whenever Jooyoung showed signs of pain, he would immediately stop and ask if he was okay.

But today was different. Dohyun had handled Jooyoung roughly, like he was someone else entirely. He hadn’t even taken time to prepare him, and once inside, he’d gotten even more violent. When he pinned him down from behind like a dog and thrusted, it was so overwhelming that Jooyoung couldn’t breathe. It made him realize how much Dohyun had been holding back all this time. 

“Why do you do it like this…!”

“I just felt like doing it this way.”

“…”

“There’s no reason I need to go easy on you, right?”

Dohyun spoke brazenly.

“…Ha.”

Jooyoung, unable to comprehend this sudden change in demeanor, could only feel lost. As he sat there in silence, unable to respond, Dohyun pushed him down again. As Jooyoung lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, Dohyun spread his legs without hesitation. His touch was still rough and painful.

“…Ugh.”

Dohyun pushed his erection into Jooyoung, parting the swollen folds. Jooyoung lightly panted, covering his stomach with his hand. His insides felt bloated, like he’d overeaten.

“Relax.”

The voice was void of any warmth. Jooyoung glared sharply at him, but Dohyun neither soothed him nor stroked his body like he used to—he just forced his way in. Even in his gaze, there was no trace of affection or heat.

“…Fucking bastard.”

Jooyoung stared at him for a moment, then weakly turned his head away. He couldn’t even stand the sight of him. 

***

He fidgeted with his fingers, picking up and putting down his phone over and over.

“Sigh…”

Dohyun let out a sigh, unable to suppress the frustration. He debated texting or calling several times, but in the end, he did nothing. He set his phone down with irritation. Even wrestling with such indecision made him feel pathetic.

“I don’t know why you’re taking your anger out on me, but… ha, enough already.”

Was that really him lashing out?

Dohyun thought back to Jooyoung’s fragile body, which had always melted so easily in his hands. Not only was Jooyoung small and thin, he was also so sensitive that even slight pressure left red marks. He’d learned this through their many nights together. That’s why he’d always been careful.

But…

“…Ha, damn it.”

Grinding out a curse, Dohyun pressed his hands against the back of his neck. With his head hung low, he stared blankly at the floor.

Since the day he’d pathetically hidden in the bathroom, Dohyun had been forced to fight the self-loathing that had taken root in him. He’d tried to dismiss it, saying he’d just been swept up in the mood and mistook his feelings. But it all came crashing back whenever he recalled the overwhelming sense of relief that had soaked through him.

He was angry and desperate to prove to himself that it had only been a fleeting emotion. That’s why he’d called Jooyoung. He wanted to disregard him, intimidate him, and find satisfaction in that dominance. He kept whispering to himself that what he really wanted was a crushed, broken Jooyoung—not some pathetic yearning.

But no matter how hard he forced himself on that frail body, the satisfaction he so desperately sought never came. Only a bitter disgust and gnawing regret remained.

“…Am I fucking stupid or what.”

He let out a self-mocking laugh.

Conflicting thoughts wrestled in his head—on one hand, that he didn’t need to care about Jooyoung, and on the other, that maybe he had been a little too harsh yesterday.

To be honest, there was no real reason he shouldn’t do as he pleased with Jooyoung. He clearly held the upper hand in the relationship, and Jooyoung was in no position to refuse him. It wasn’t like he needed to feel guilty just for being a little rough in bed…

Bzzz. His phone, which had been quiet all this time, vibrated.

Dohyun instinctively grabbed it right away. But instead of the name he’d been expecting, “Go Sunwoo” appeared on the screen. It was the name of the lodging house’s manager.

“What is it?”

— Boss, could you come down for a moment? It’s nothing too serious, but…

Behind Sunwoo’s flustered voice, someone was shouting. Sounded like there was a commotion at the lodging house. Dohyun hung up after saying he’d be right there.

The area was already noisy by the time he reached the stairway to the third floor. A few people had opened their doors and were peeking outside.

“I’m telling you, it’s him, goddammit!”

“Why would I steal some young person’s shoes? I couldn’t even wear them.”

The argument was happening right in front of the manager’s office. Sunwoo stood in the middle of an old man and a younger guy, clearly overwhelmed.

“As soon as the owner gets here, we’ll check the CCTV for you, so please…”

“Call the police too! If he tries to destroy evidence, are you going to take responsibility?” 

“I’m just saying, we can look at the CCTV first and decide, right? Please, calm down a little.”

Sunwoo, being pushed around by both sides, looked relieved the moment he saw Dohyun walk through the door.

“Boss!”

He scurried over to Dohyun and quickly explained the situation. Meanwhile, Dohyun gave the young man with his arms crossed and the grim-faced old man a slow once-over.

“So, what happened is… this gentleman said his shoes were stolen.” 

At the word “stolen,” Dohyun cut in without waiting to hear more.

“Okay, then. You want to check the CCTV?”

“Y-yes, that’s right. But, uh, that guy’s insisting we call the police right away, so the situation’s a bit tense…”

As Sunwoo finished giving him a rough explanation, Dohyun’s gaze turned to the younger man. His earlier bluster had vanished, and when his eyes met Dohyun’s, he gulped and tightened his crossed arms. It was a poor attempt at looking confident.

“Will checking the CCTV be enough?”

At Dohyun’s flat question, the man coughed and answered. After yelling about calling the cops, he now backed down like he was doing everyone a favor.

“Yeah, um, let’s check that first and then, if there’s a problem, I’ll report it…”

Dohyun opened the office door and gestured for the man to go in. They hesitated but eventually followed him inside. Dohyun propped his hand on the desk and played the CCTV footage from the date the man mentioned. 

The shoe cabinet in the lodging house lined the right-hand wall of the entrance. Naturally, there was a camera pointing directly at it. A new one had been installed recently to eliminate blind spots as much as possible. 

The younger man watched the footage with his arms crossed, looking nervous. His right leg was trembling. 

Eventually, the man claiming his shoes had been stolen appeared on screen. He was clearly drunk, unable to walk straight. He stumbled past the entrance and stopped in front of the shoe cabinet. He bent over, flailing his arms in the air, then stood back up. After fumbling around for a while, he pressed his forehead against the locker and stood motionless for a moment.

A few seconds later, he walked down the hallway and entered his room.

“W-what the…”

The man’s face flushed bright red as he watched himself. He had pretended to take off shoes and place them in the locker, but his hands were empty. In fact, he hadn’t been wearing shoes at all—he had entered the building barefoot to begin with.

“I’m sure I was wearing them… Wait, what’s going on?”

Faced with everyone’s gaze, the man looked panicked, his face going pale. The old man, who had been falsely accused, clicked his tongue and walked out of the office. The younger man kept glancing back and forth between the retreating figure and the computer. “Shit, this doesn’t make sense,” he muttered.

As the room grew tense, the man hurriedly began to explain.

“No, hear me out. I think it was, like, a week ago? I saw that guy loitering around the shoe cabinet, okay? I’m telling you, he opened and closed lockers that obviously weren’t his—it looked super suspicious. And then just now, my shoes disappear. Naturally, I—”

Even though no one was listening, the man kept ranting, spitting as he spoke.

“There was a theft not long ago too, right? So I just… I mean, it wasn’t like I meant to accuse him or anything…”

Sunwoo pushed him toward the door, saying he could leave now that the footage was clear. But the man wouldn’t stop talking.

Dohyun didn’t take his eyes off the computer screen, no matter what the man said. His expression was serious—very different from the uninterested look he’d had earlier.

He kept skipping through the footage, replaying the same part again and again. A faint silhouette appeared in the hallway shortly after the drunk man had passed. Someone was walking slowly, weakly…

“Boss, should I switch to fortune telling or something?”

“…”

“I’ve thought this since he first moved in—his face looked sketchy. Those wide nostrils, that bent nose… total vagrant vibes—”

Sunwoo, having just returned from dealing with the man, started rambling excitedly. He shook his head, saying it was best not to get involved with people who had faces like that. But then he caught sight of the person who had just appeared on the screen.

“Oh? That’s Jooyoung-ssi.”

Dohyun straightened and stepped in front of the monitor.

“The supplies.”

“Pardon?”

“Did you restock everything?”

“Oh—right!”

Startled by Dohyun’s cold tone, Sunwoo gave an awkward laugh. He looked like a kid caught goofing off.

“I’ll do it right now.”

He quickly left the office. As the sound of his footsteps faded, Dohyun turned back to the screen. Jooyoung was still wandering the hallway in the footage. It was the same even when Dohyun switched to cameras showing other parts of the corridor. 

“…”

An ominous air filled the manager’s office. Dohyun pulled up a chair and sat down. Then he rewound the footage and played it from the beginning.