Clap - 38
Ichan, positioned between Jaemin’s legs, slid his penis up and down. But it only got a bit firmer, without actually getting erect. There was nothing visually or tactilely stimulating. His irritation was directed at the helpless Jaemin.
“Damn, when is the smell coming out? It’s not standing properly. Damn Beta.”
“…”
Jaemin couldn’t make excuses or get angry. It felt like half of his brain had evaporated. He didn’t even have the strength to move his lips.
Ichan glared at Jaemin with disdainful eyes. No matter how newly discovered Omega might have a numb body, seeing him lying there like a corpse for three days twisted his mood.
Ichan wrapped his hands around Jaemin’s waist and swiftly flipped his frail body over. Despite his vision being overturned, Jaemin didn’t show any signs of surprise or confusion. Somehow, that made it more irritating. Ichan had no interest in hobbies that involved using a lifeless doll or corpse, yet it seemed Jaemin was intent on creating one.
Ichan pierced Jaemin’s rear with his flaccid member. Jaemin’s body jerked dully. Even before it was fully erect, its enormous size felt like it would tear apart his insides.
“Ah… it hurts…”
“……”
“It hurts, ugh, there…”
Jaemin’s voice, barely louder than a mosquito, expressed his pain. But as always, no one paid attention to his voice.
His scattered thoughts began to decay without any order. Without even realizing he was about to faint, darkness descended around him.
***
Even when Jaemin briefly regained consciousness, his body was still being shaken. Something was being inserted and removed from behind, someone was pressing against his back, and his legs were being spread apart. Thankfully, his hazy mind couldn’t remember the details.
When he finally surfaced from the depths of his unconsciousness, the first thing that greeted Jaemin was a pain that felt like it was shattering his entire body.
“Ugh…”
His throat, lacerated by the wind, struggled even to groan. Jaemin barely managed to open his eyes and rolled his eyeballs around. His body was clean. Instead of the stench of semen, the salty scent of tears, and the sour smell of vomit that had clung to his nostrils throughout the hellish ordeal, there was a faint fragrance of shower cologne. It seemed Ihyun and Ichan, who detested anything dirty, had washed him.
The once sticky sheets were clean, and the once musty air was now fresh and ventilated. The bedroom, as always, was immaculate.
Ihyun, wearing glasses, was sitting on the sofa reading a book. He wore an expensive-looking knit sweater and homewear pants. While Jaemin felt as if he was being torn apart in the fires of hell, Ihyun’s serenity was both infuriating and astonishing.
Ihyun quickly noticed Jaemin’s gaze. Closing his book, he approached with a kind smile.
“You’re awake? How do you feel?”
“……”
Jaemin’s brow furrowed. Was Ihyun really asking because he didn’t know, or was he mocking him? He tried to retort but couldn’t muster the strength to speak. Jaemin turned his head the other way, ending the conversation. He wanted to turn on his side and pull the blanket over his head, but his body wouldn’t cooperate.
Ignoring Jaemin’s reaction, Ihyun kept his smile.
“It hurts a lot, doesn’t it? The first time is always the hardest, so please understand, Jaemin.”
“Sigh…”
“I’ll give you an IV. It will include a painkiller, glucose, and some nutrients.”
Without waiting for Jaemin’s permission, Ihyun inserted the needle into the back of his hand. The heavy IV started dripping, followed by several injections into Jaemin’s veins.
Jaemin closed his eyes weakly. He was sick of drugs by now. Since being captured by these madmen, he had been given countless drugs. Including hormones, the amount must be staggering. It might be more drugs than blood in his system.
Ihyun pricked the tip of Jaemin’s finger to draw blood. He placed it in a machine and observed the unreadable characters. A loose smile of satisfaction formed on his lips.
“Get some more sleep. You’ll be busy starting tomorrow.”