Clap - 13

“I don’t want… I don’t want to. Please save me.”

Jaemin pleaded, clasping his hands together neatly. His life might not be worth much, but he didn’t want to drown in water. Ihyun and Ichan seemed more like psychopaths who engaged in murder in various ways rather than creating omegas.

However, neither Ichan nor Ihyun showed any interest in Jaemin’s pleas. They divided the gloves from the basket. They were latex gloves commonly seen in hospitals.

“Let’s start with sterilization before the hormone injection.”

“Sounds good?”

The two exchanged words that Ihyun couldn’t understand. After emptying the basket, Ihyun began to open the liquid packs.

Ichan approached Jaemin with an indifferent expression. Jaemin stared at Ichan with a haunted look.

“W-what…”

He was too flustered to speak properly. Ichan reached behind Jaemin’s thigh and swiftly flipped him over. Jaemin tried to push himself up with all his might, but Ichan’s movements pressing on his groin were faster. And his pants slid down.

“Ah!”

Jaemin screamed as if he had been hit. The cold air struck his exposed buttocks. It was so unpleasant.

“What are you doing! I don’t like it!”

Jaemin twisted his arm back and swung his hand randomly. His clenched fingernails scratched Ichan’s wrist. The flesh swelled up and blood quickly appeared. Ichan’s thick eyebrows rose in annoyance. Jaemin’s unnecessary resistance irritated Ichan, making the situation more difficult.

After briefly staring at the back of Jaemin’s head, Ichan took out a rope from his pocket. It wasn’t very thick, but it was perfect for binding Jaemin’s slender wrists.

Ichan skillfully tied the rope, gathering Jaemin’s arms behind his back. Jaemin flapped like a fish just pulled out of the water. It was a pitiful sight. Ichan smirked.

Then, Ihyun approached with a hefty syringe. Watching the situation unfold from behind, Jaemin turned pale. There was no needle on the syringe. The hole the size of a baby’s finger was just open. It meant that the liquid wouldn’t penetrate the skin. It wasn’t meant to enter through the nostrils, ears, or mouth… or…

Sure enough, Ichan grabbed Jaemin’s cheeks and spread them wide. His ears turned bright red at the awkward gap between them and the gaze of the two men.

“N-no. I don’t want it. Stop!”

Jaemin wriggled his legs. However, Ichan’s strength, halfway up his back, was unbeatable. The small syringe plunged in. Jaemin tried to resist with all his might, but it was a futile rebellion.

“Ugh…”

The syringe began to release the cold liquid. The feeling of something entering from behind was so terrible and disgusting that it was indescribable.

Jaemin’s muscles bulged on his slippery thigh. His Achilles tendon tensed above his ankle. His fingers and toes were curled like hooks.

The syringe dug into the crease, pressing against his buttocks. He felt the needle scraping against the inner walls with each tremor. The liquid kept flowing out continuously. Even though it wasn’t a normal-sized syringe, it felt huge as it entered his body.

“Stop, stop… Don’t… I don’t want it…”

At first, it was just uncomfortable, but it became increasingly uncomfortable, eventually becoming so repulsive that he felt like he would burst. When he thought the liquid would burst out with a pop, the syringe was removed.

Ichan’s index finger immediately blocked the crease. His strong pressure caused the tip of his index finger to enter. However, Jaemin didn’t feel it. His vision blurred due to the liquid churning inside him.

“My stomach… something’s wrong with my stomach. My stomach…”

Jaemin scattered his words into the air. Feeling anxious as he couldn’t see Ichan’s or Ihyun’s faces, he couldn’t gauge what they were thinking or what actions they were taking.

“It’s still okay.”