My Bloody Valentine - 25

Han got off the village bus in front of the green sign at the bus stop. Since the bus didn’t go into Angol Village, he had to walk from here.

Passing the village hall and a super that also served as a fishing gear store, he turned onto a small rural road flanked by fields of radishes and cabbages. It took about 3 minutes.

A house with a fence but no gate. The house that used to always smell of savory food now appeared in front of him. Han entered the low fence, feeling his heart flutter with excitement.

But something was off.

The faucet, where Grandma used to wash off the mud from her boots, was bone dry, and on top of it, fallen leaves and twigs were haphazardly piled. The clothesline that crossed one side of the yard was broken and lying on the ground.

There was no sound of the neighbor’s dog barking, making everything eerily quiet. Perhaps because of this, the rustling sound of dry leaves on the concrete floor seemed unusually loud.

Han cautiously approached and opened the front door. Creak, the stiff door, not lubricated for a while, opened with a mournful sound.

There was no smell in Grandma’s house, which used to be warm with the spicy scent of drying peppers and sweet cinnamon. There was an odd absence of any scent, almost as if there was something wrong with his nose.

The calendar given by the village bank had stayed there for a few months without turning a page. Heavy ash-colored dust covered the well-polished wooden floor, where Grandma used to meticulously clean without leaving a speck.

“Grandma…?”

Did she go out to work in the fields?

Han passed the room where he used to stay and headed towards Grandma’s room. Perhaps because of the overwhelming silence, his steps became unusually cautious.

As soon as he opened the door, Han was startled to see someone standing in the middle of the room. It was a woman with long hair.

“Who…?”

Before Han could call out “Yujung,” she turned around. But she looked unfamiliar. With a face he had never seen before, Jeong stared back at him with bruised and dried blood all over her face.

“Yujung,” Han tried to say, but she spoke first. Her voice, uttered as if chewing, was filled with anger and resentment.

“How did you come here?”

“Huh…? You, Yujung…?”

“With what shame!”

As Han hesitated, his trembling eyes suddenly looked beyond Jeong’s shoulder.

A photo of Grandma was placed on the dressing table, where simple cosmetics were arranged. Black bands adorned both upper corners.

“You killed her!”

“…!”

“And I’ll die too! Because of you!”

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“Shall I go in?”

One of Taesin’s subordinates, opening the back seat door, asked. Taesin, like a predatory beast, was leaning back against the seat, and Han was lying on top of his thigh.

The man was exhausted. It was a truly brutal affair.

About two hours had passed. No, it felt longer, maybe around three hours? The car wobbled as if the tires might collapse any moment. Those who had been circling the car, vigilant, exchanged glances. They all looked disgusted.

Rumors about Jang Taesin being an insatiable man or a pervert would probably disappear from today. Instead, rumors about the man going crazy would likely spread among his subordinates.

Inside the car, sounds of people dying were heard. The shaking continued, even though screams had not been heard for a while.

“Did he kill with poison?” one of the colleagues asked.

As the command to go to the hotel was given, the man took the driver’s seat. The car was filled with the smell of cigarettes and a pungent male scent. The small man who had become a slave was tightly wrapped in Taesin’s jacket, which he wore without a shirt.

Looking back in the rearview mirror was not to see the man’s appearance but simply out of curiosity about whether he had died. After all, the handling of the situation would be Taesin’s responsibility.

However, before his gaze reached the man, through the mirror, Taesin’s piercing eyes met with the man’s. As if witnessing the existence from the legend that one would die if their eyes met, the man was startled, and he tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

Taesin was seven years younger than the man holding the steering wheel, and most of his subordinates were older than him. However, no one dared to confront him.

In the world of those as strong as gangsters, there was no weak presence against a strong one like Taesin. Even without experiencing Taesin’s cruel nature, the oppressive aura he exuded was enough to feel.

“No need.”

In response to the man’s question, “Shall I go in?” Taesin directly embraced Han.

Even though they had clashed before, Taesin carrying a debtor like this in broad daylight was unreasonable. The man took a step back, thinking he would take care of it.

“I’ll do it.”

“Huh… No… Can’t…”

The answer did not come from Taesin but from Han. Unconsciously, a murmuring sound escaped Han’s dry, cracked lips.

“It’s not allowed.”

Taesin smirked. In his satisfied smile, the man internalized his resentment and quickly stepped back.

In the hotel’s underground parking lot, there was a freight elevator. It was mainly used when there was something to handle quietly between the underground and the top floor.

There were rare occasions when the door opened midway, and employees encountered each other, but in such cases, the employees usually stepped back on their own.

Returning to the room, Taesin laid Han on his own bed. Just by removing the suit jacket that covered his thighs halfway, Han became briefly naked.

Han remained motionless, even after finishing the shower.

“Hmm… Ugh…”

Even while asleep, Han made moaning sounds. Taesin, sitting by the bed, reached for one of Han’s legs.

Between the reddened buttocks that seemed to have been tightly closed, the messy anus was visible. The once tightly folded wrinkles were now swollen and congested, and a mixture of semen and blood seeped out. Considering the massive amount he had released three times, it was understandable.

Thinking that he had emptied the ejaculate fully filling his testicles over three rounds, the rigid and tense penis, stiffened with renewed vigor, pushed up the shower gown. However, for some reason, Taesin did not feel inclined to nail the limp body again. Instead, he gently lowered Han’s leg, which he had been holding.

Taesin’s pupils slowly scanned Han’s whole body. From head to toe, as if leaving a trace with his gaze, he thoroughly examined it before rising again. His large hand enveloped Han’s cheek.

“What should I do with you?”

The voice questioning while holding the soft face gently sank low. At that moment, tears rolled down under Han’s eyes.

“No… Yujung… That kind of thing… Yujung…”

…

The hand that had been enveloping Han’s cheek descended to his neck. Grabbing the thin skin already marked by his grandson’s fingers, Taesin squeezed it tightly, layering his palm over it. If he were determined, this thin neck would easily break.

What if he were to cut off this windpipe? Would it be regrettable?

Without giving him time to think, Taesin, with a slight tongue click and a light tongue touch, released the hand he had been holding against Han’s face. The soft sensation of Han’s neck, barely fitting in his hand, permeated his palm.

His hand descended further and caressed the well-built chest. As he gently rolled the small, soft protrusion in the center of one breast with his index finger, it stiffened vigorously.

“Hmm… No… Jung-A…”

“…”

Taesin slowly lowered his head. His lips touched the erect nipple. Taesin opened his mouth wide, taking in the pink nipple and areola, and bit down.

“Ah!”

Startled, Han woke up from the dream he had been wandering in, writhing and gasping. His flesh seemed to be in pain, worrying that it might not have been torn.

Now that he had escaped from a nightmare, the place he woke up to was a reality worse than the nightmare.

A man attached to his chest was gnawing at the entire areola, now chewing tender flesh near the ribs. It felt as if he was being devoured.

“Ah, it hurts…”

In the dimly lit room, Taesin’s silhouette was faintly visible in the light coming in from outside the window. Han’s eyes scanned the surroundings in a daze.

A soft bed with white sheets and a luxurious monochrome interior. Room 1501 in the hotel with a T-shaped bed. He didn’t want to think about how he had been brought here, and the process was beyond his consideration.

“Did you sleep well?”

Taesin asked in his usual tone. His large eyes were completely engulfed in malice. It was strangely satisfying.

Taesin got up from the bed, slowly removing his gown. If you didn’t want to be beaten while sleeping, you shouldn’t have woken up.

Thud, the sound of the shower gown falling to the floor echoed.

Surely, he’s not going to do it again. In shock, when Han turned his head, he saw Taesin’s penis, frighteningly erect.

His lengthy penis, twisted upwards, crossed the lower abdomen and clung to the navel. The thick pillar had veins protruding chaotically, and in the middle of the fist-sized glans, foam-coated transparent liquid had accumulated.

As if sensing Han’s gaze, the transparent liquid that had accumulated at the tip of the penis formed a long thread and flowed down to the floor.

In the dimly lit room, Taesin’s silhouette was faintly visible in the light coming in from outside the window. Han’s eyes scanned the surroundings in a daze.

A soft bed with white sheets and a luxurious monochrome interior. Room 1501 in the hotel with a T-shaped bed. He didn’t want to think about how he had been brought here, and the process was beyond his consideration.

“Did you sleep well?”

Taesin asked in his usual tone. His large eyes were completely engulfed in malice. It was strangely satisfying.

Taesin got up from the bed, slowly removing his gown. If you didn’t want to be beaten while sleeping, you shouldn’t have woken up.

Thud, the sound of the shower gown falling to the floor echoed.

Surely, he’s not going to do it again. In shock, when Han turned his head, he saw Taesin’s penis, frighteningly erect.

His lengthy penis, twisted upwards, crossed the lower abdomen and clung to the navel. The thick pillar had veins protruding chaotically, and in the middle of the fist-sized glans, foam-coated transparent liquid had accumulated.

As if sensing Han’s gaze, the transparent liquid that had accumulated at the tip of the penis formed a long thread and flowed down to the floor.

Han turned his gaze away as if not to see that beastly reproductive organ.

Descending along the thick thighs like a tree trunk, Han’s gaze unexpectedly stopped at Taesin’s knee.

There was a scar on his right knee. It was a scar that was not red, a seemingly very old scar.

For a moment, as if suffering from anemia, the surroundings spun around, and Han heard hallucinatory sounds in his ears. It was a conversation between two children.

“Gone… the scar…”

“So what? It’s cool. Look. It’s shaped like a V, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. It’s like a very slim heart.”

“Yeah, let’s call it a heart shape, then.”