My Bloody Valentine - 23

Han looked at Taeshin, whose black eyes were gleaming, with a bewildered expression.

There was nowhere left to escape. Faced with a situation where resignation seemed to be the only option, Han finally lowered his head, recalling their faces one by one.

YuYujung, who handed him the check, and Grandma, who boiled Tangkuk waiting for him.

He had no plausible dreams or ambitions, but he had vowed to live without causing harm to others. He wondered why this man had imposed such punishment on him, someone who had lived in that way. Han resented a god he didn’t believe in.

Han managed to pull a trembling voice from his rigid vocal cords.

“What do you want from me…?”

Taeshin looked down at Han, who was about to fall into his hands. Calmly lowering his eyelashes as if laying down all hope, Taeshin’s long eyelashes created a shadow under his eyes.

Staring persistently at the trembling tip of his narrow chin, Taeshin grabbed it and lifted Han’s face to look at him.

“I’m curious.”

Their eyes met. The eyes, untouched by fear, were entirely soaked with tears. He thought he wanted to possess those eyes, even if he had to pluck them out.

It was a disturbing emotion, somewhat like lust, yet entirely different, an unsettling feeling of an unknown nature.

“So, I’m thinking of finding out.”

Han’s face, which had lost its will, collapsed as if in defeat. In that face expressing surrender, Taeshin finally smiled satisfied.

As if he had been waiting for this moment all his life.

“Huuk…”

Another teardrop, carefully filling the previously swollen pupils, rolled down the pale cheek, brushing against it.

Taeshin, with a seemingly gentle touch, used his long fingers to wipe away the traces of tears on Han’s face.

When Taeshin made a light gesture, someone approached from behind. Han’s restrained wrist was suddenly released without feeling the sense of liberation. The freed wrist was immediately seized by Taeshin.

Taeshin lifted Han, whose body was soaked, and began walking, pressing him against his side.

Dragging his feet while futilely struggling, Han kicked helplessly. However, the man’s strength was so overwhelming that Han soon let his hand, which had been flailing in the air, droop.

As they went outside, Han saw Taeshin’s familiar black sedan parked nearby. One of the men, standing guard like a sentinel, noticed Taeshin coming out with Han and promptly opened the back seat door, as if he had been waiting.

A premonition that something dreadful would happen made Han reluctant to enter. But the more he struggled to break free, the more Taeshin’s temper flared. Eventually, due to the strong hand, he was pushed into the back seat of the large sedan.

The sound of the door closing sounded like a death sentence. As he found himself alone in the enclosed space, a fear of claustrophobia that had never existed before crept into his mind.

Taeshin observed that scene persistently, grabbing the tie around his neck and pulling it. The sound of fabric brushing echoed sharply in Han’s ears.

“I’m sorry that it had to be in the car first.”

A sob mixed with resentment flowed out along with a choked question.

“Huuk… Huff… Why… Why are you doing this to me?”

“Well, I don’t know. Why do I become a horny bastard only when I see you?”

“Huup…”

Engulfed by Taeshin’s provocative words, Han, trapped in instinctive survival instincts, reached back with trembling hands to grab the latch of the opposite door. As he did, with a clink, the unlocked door swung open.

In an attempt to crawl out somehow, the moment Han turned his body towards the open door, his back was grabbed firmly. With terrifying strength, his back was pressed against the seat, and one side of his face was crushed against the seat as if it were smashed.

“Close it.”

When Taeshin ordered, a man nearby approached and cautiously closed the door.

“Huuh, huff, please… Please…”

Not knowing what he was pleading for, Han begged with gasps, but Taeshin remained silent. Struggling to breathe, he gasped for air, but half of his face was pressed into the seat, making it difficult. Each time he gasped for breath, Taeshin flipped Han over. Tying his hands behind his back with a swift motion, Taeshin bound the wrists with the tie he held in his other hand.

Han tried to breathe by opening his mouth, but half of his face was stuck to the seat. Each time he struggled to breathe, Taeshin flipped Han over. Tying his hands behind his back with a swift motion, Taeshin bound the wrists with the tie he held in his other hand.

Although he gasped, Taeshin said nothing. As he struggled to breathe, Han’s attempts to free his hands failed. The sound of clinking and unfolding signaled the opening of a folding blade from a device Taeshin took out of his jacket pocket.

“Please… Huup… Please, don’t do this…”

The knife gripped in Taeshin’s hand ripped through Han’s T-shirt with a simple motion. The blunt blade made Han jerk with each touch, revealing his bare upper body through the torn fabric.

Taeshin’s gaze traveled down the slender neck, across the ribs, and over the entire thin body. Soon, his large body covered Han’s view entirely.

His rough touch began to rummage through the front of Han’s pants. The pants and underwear were easily stripped away by his hooked hand. In the face of a crisis that seemed to collapse at any moment, words of supplication came out spontaneously.

“Please… Don’t do this… I’m a man…”

“It doesn’t matter what you are.”

As his final plea was ignored, Han closed his eyes in resignation. Taeshin buried his face in Han’s neck and took a deep breath. The sensual scent of flesh was dizzying.

In an instant, the hot breath of Taeshin against his neck turned intense.

“Damn it.”

Seeing the exposed neck, he felt an overwhelming urge to bite it fiercely. Experiencing such a raging desire for the first time in his life, he couldn’t regain his composure.

Taeshin brought his sharp teeth towards the connection of Han’s neck and shoulder. Then, he bit down, sinking his teeth in deeply.

“Aaah!”

Sensing the threat to his life, Han screamed. Something hot flowed over his shoulder onto his back. It was probably his own blood.

Am I dreaming, or did I really die and come to hell?

In the sharp pain, Han’s body trembled. A large hand approached and gripped the back of his head. After soaking his neck longer, it was buried again, and the head was buried again.

Taeshin licked the exposed wound with his tongue, as if savoring the blood. The taste of blood on his tongue might just be my illusion.

As Han spread his thighs to conceal his genitals, a glimpse of light hair and completely exposed genitals came into view. There was no sign of arousal in the genitals, and below that, the scrotum was tightly pulled up in a round shape. The soft, tender color even seemed to emit a raw odor. It seemed to be genitals that would be sufficient to make one a target of mockery as a man.

However, Taeshin couldn’t find anything amusing at all. It was because the area below the waist had become surprisingly thick at the sight of it.

With the anticipation of sexual excitement trembling through his entire body, a viscous liquid leaked from Taeshin’s trapped genitals in his pants. He couldn’t endure it any longer.

Sss, the sound of the zipper being pulled down resonated vividly. Another look of astonishment briefly crossed Han’s face, which had been distorted by pain.

Taeshin opened the zipper and pulled out the swollen genitals, then gracefully climbed onto Han’s body.

Amidst Han’s painful moans, Taeshin had watched the CCTV footage featuring Han multiple times a day. Every time, his genitals, which boldly asserted their presence, were as erect as he had longed for.

“Huuk… Huhuhu…”

Han still made moaning sounds, likely due to the pain from his torn neck. Taeshin reached out between the soft buttocks, and as his fingertips touched the tightly closed entrance, it felt warm and dry.

Even my own hands rarely touch that place, but when someone else’s hands touched it, Han was engulfed in fear. He tried his best to minimize the area that came into contact with him, stretching his body from his face to his neck, turning red from embarrassment.

However, due to his tied hands, there were limits to his movements. No matter how he struggled, only his chest heaved with excitement.

With one hand, Taeshin easily suppressed Han’s chest, and then, as if feeding his wet glans to Han’s entrance like feeding an animal, he pushed it in between Han’s buttocks.

“Ah, I-I can’t do this, just, just a moment.”

Han exerted his last strength to resist, and his waist wriggled in protest. Taeshin, who had embraced the waist twisted in pain, pressed down with his weight as if smearing it, forcing the swollen glans into the narrow passage.

Pook.

Although it couldn’t have made that sound, it seemed to be heard clearly. Han’s eyes widened significantly. The veins on his neck, raised like blue lines, were pressed back, as if about to break.

“Ah, Ah… Ah, uh…!”

Belatedly, a horrifying scream sharply cut through the air.

As Taeshin looked down at Han’s face with an unpleasant expression, the genitals were stuck at the entrance mid-process. Taeshin, holding the throbbing and trembling waist of Han tightly, began to forcefully push the remaining part into the narrow inner wall.

“Ugh, Uh, Ah, Hnguh!”

Although Han, who had never experienced any disease due to his weak body, moaned weakly, the pain he was suffering was unparalleled, something he had never experienced since birth.

In his struggles, the sound of tearing the leather seat that his tied hands touched resounded loudly. While doing so, one of his hand’s nails tore, revealing raw flesh, but compared to the pain piercing his lower body like a burning stick, it was nothing.

Taeshin forcefully pushed his genitals all the way to the root. With a squelching sound, his pelvis collided with Han’s buttocks. The gigantic genital, which had been forcefully pushed through beyond the bent rectum, fully filled Han’s insides.

“Ahh…!”

In the widely opened view of Han, the outside of the car window could be seen. Men in black suits surrounded the vehicle, showing their backs. Outside the window was only pitch-dark darkness, as if it were his future.