My Bloody Valentine - 6

| Chapter 6

What played the most significant role in Taesin reaching his current position was his ruthlessness that spared no one.

Regardless of the opponent’s gender, age, or social status, Taesin displayed a merciless and inhumane side in front of his understanding.

He lacked the natural emotions commonly experienced by others. Devoid of emotions, he remained unaffected and unperturbed in any situation, showing no signs of anxiety or fear.

This absence of emotion became an unparalleled advantage in a world where even a moment of hesitation or a brief pause for empathy could be exploited as a weakness.

Furthermore, he had mastered the most efficient political tactics through experiential learning. The quickest and most economical way to crush any hint of resistance from his opponent was violence.

With a merciless strike that showed no mercy, Taesin’s unrelenting blow sent Han sprawling pitifully to the ground.

“Uh, ugh… Huh…”

Collapsed flat on the floor, Han’s body trembled with fear. His mind went blank. He forgot why he had been hit, and even the man’s question from a moment ago evaporated from his memory.

“Where did you recklessly run out from the guest room?”

“Hu… Huh.”

“And if you lose the guest, are you going to take responsibility?”

Han was cruelly confirmed in a brutal manner that the place he had come to escape the fox was indeed a tiger’s den. He felt foolish beyond endurance. Even the sister who had wiped his face so affectionately had unhesitatingly pushed him into that room. Why did he think this man with such indifferent eyes would help him?

If he had been stared at with icy cold eyes, it might have been less frightening. However, the man’s expression was even more numb than someone casually swatting away a passing insect. Observing this expression, Han could make a guess.

Ah, I’m not a person to this man.

He felt so terrified that his head seemed to empty. The two slaps he received, like an electric current flowing, tingled, and his vision flickered as if he might vomit at any moment.

Late into the night, all the events he had to endure flashed through his mind like a ghostly lantern. The rising sense of injustice and sorrow quickly accumulated, and tears rolled down his cheeks.

“Hu… Huk…”

Collapsed after being hit by the man, Han sobbed, pressing his forehead and nose against the cold floor. Another large hand reached out to him. Anticipating another act of violence under the looming shadow, Han shivered and huddled his body.

Perhaps crying was repugnant to him. Han bit his lips firmly, managing to intermittently release only humid breaths. The prolonged, slender male hand was about to touch Han’s hair when suddenly, the door swung open, and the corridor’s light spilled into the room.

“Oh, Director Jang, are you here?”

Han could remember that voice. It was the voice of Jo Sikjang, the man who had led a group of men into the Peridot room earlier. Rather than wishing that he would take him out of this room again and back to the terrifying room with that menacing guest, Han hoped he would.

“Ah… This guy was here. Director Wilhelmina has come, and because this bastard ran out of that room like a rat… The Deputy Director is furious, searching everywhere. So, Director, how… should we take him away?”

Taesin’s eyes moved from Jo Kyeong-cheol’s cautious tone to Han’s dry back, slipping down to the cold floor. After a moment of silence as if contemplating, he replied.

“He hasn’t received enough education. Let it be.”

“Yes, understood.”

While it would have been satisfying to watch the guest erupt in anger and create a scene if they couldn’t take him away, they couldn’t go against Taesin’s words.

Jo Kyeong-cheol looked somewhat embarrassed, then took a step back and closed the door.

Thud. With the sound of the door closing, silence once again filled the room. Han, turning his head to look at the closed door, shed bitter tears from his eyes.

So, this person was the rumored Jang Yi-sa. My initial thoughts were correct. He suits the role of a doctor rather than a manager.

As Han was absentmindedly contemplating, a large hand extended through the air and grabbed Han’s collar. Lifting the limp body in front of him as if pulling someone out of the water, a dramatic scene unfolded. Like a scene from a movie, a thin stream of blood flowed from Han’s cracked lips as he was raised.

The cheeks struck by the rock-like firm hand had already started to swell and turn red.

Taesin quietly gazed down at Han.

He had been a man who strangely captivated his attention since their first encounter at the construction site. It felt odd, and yet, he couldn’t stop staring.

Staring intensely at the red veins contrasting sharply against the white skin, Taesin slowly lowered his face. Lowering his body as if cornering a small animal, he brought his face very close.

What is he trying to do? Han stiffened, breath held.

Swish.

A moist, warm, and squishy tongue licked Han’s jaw. The place it passed over became cool. Starting from the back of his neck and near the collarbone, a chilling shiver ran down Han’s entire body.

Taesin savored the lingering taste on his tongue, taking a small sip. The taste should have been bitter, but strangely, it was sweet.

Seeing this, a frightening scene from a horror movie flashed through Han’s mind. It was a horror film set on an island where people who drifted into the sea ended up among cannibals.

He’s going to devour me. I’ll be eaten alive by this man.

Under the onslaught of that ominous premonition, Han, dangling from Taesin’s hand like a hanging corpse, began to shiver like a rattling aspen. Despite the lack of cold weather, his teeth clashed, and his large, bulging eyes trembled with fear.

The damp eyes, moistened, were so large that it seemed like every movement of the eyeballs was visible. Seeing those eyes, Taesin felt a very unfamiliar sensation.

His teeth were itching. It was an absurd notion. Even though the deeper parts of the gums may not have sensations, wasn’t there some feeling on the exposed teeth? However, Taesin genuinely felt that sensation.

Staring at the man’s face placed between his legs, somewhere between the fangs and molars, it became unbearably itchy. This itching spread rapidly. Starting from the back of his neck, stiff like a log, it flowed down the spinal cord, accumulated under Taesin’s crotch, and heated up.

Taesin quietly reached out, extending his hand to push his index finger between Han’s lips. As the closed lips slightly opened, the inside of the mouth peeked through.

Feeling interested, Taesin added his middle finger, pushing them both inside. The inside was hot and narrow, and the sensation of being tightly filled with just his two fingers was overwhelming. Taesin’s fingertips, soft and smooth, touched the tender tongue.

Han, who didn’t understand English and blinked his eyes with teardrops, reflexively swallowed the gathered saliva. Due to that, Taesin’s fingers trapped in his mouth tightened slightly and then loosened. Wrinkles appeared on Taesin’s smooth forehead.

Taesin’s fingers, exploring the smooth inner membrane of the mouth and pressing down on the back of the lower teeth like hooks, caused Han’s mouth to open wider when pushed down. Taesin carefully observed the revealed, brightly red interior.

Suddenly feeling discomfort, Taesin looked down between his legs. The zipper of his suit pants seemed like it was about to burst.

It was an incomprehensible situation. Taesin had thought that he didn’t have emotions, desires, or cravings for something.

Yet, a man who could stimulate him in such a way had appeared for the first time, and unfortunately, he had incurred a debt to Taesin, rolling into his hands on his own accord.

For Taesin, it couldn’t be anything but a stroke of luck.

Feeling the desire to test the utility of the man, Taesin, without further contemplation, withdrew his fingers from Han’s mouth. He prepared to translate the unfamiliar desire that had come to him into action.

Ziik.

Han’s eyes widened significantly. It was a familiar sound that he had heard countless times when putting on and taking off clothes. However, in this situation, the sound was utterly incomprehensible.

Han’s eyes, trembling with unease, dropped abruptly. Taesin’s other hand was unabashedly gripping his pants zipper, pulling it down.

“What, what is this… Why, why are you doing this…?”

The questioning gaze from Han’s eyes was full of suspicion and disbelief. However, there was only the sound of the buckle being undone without any delay.

Surely, it can’t be.

Han covered his face with his hands, as if he could escape this reality. However, those hands were easily grabbed by Taesin and pulled down. Han closed his eyes.

“Open your eyes.”

Taesin grabbed Han’s collar with the hand on his neck and pulled it abruptly. Despite adjusting the force appropriately, Han’s whole body swayed as if he were a frail, weak entity that would break like a dry twig if swung forcefully.

“I told you to open your eyes.”

Warmth and moisture, like a gust of hot air, spread from Taesin’s face to Han’s. The rough edge of his breath brushed against Han’s cheek, and the distinctive odor of a male was evident.

With Han keeping his eyes closed and muttering prayers, Taesin, frustrated, moved the hand that was gripping his collar to Han’s throat. He then slid his thumb on the tip of the thumb to apply pressure.

“Please… Please, just once. Look at me again. I promise I won’t run away from the guest room again.”

As Han’s tightly closed eyes showed no signs of opening, Taesin moved the hand that had been grabbing his collar to grip Han’s nape. Adding pressure to the fingertip placed on the thumb, a clicking sound accompanied the motion, and Han’s eyes, which had been tightly shut, opened.

“…!”

The crimson object looked fierce and savage. It was definitely not a size that could be considered human. It was longer than Han’s face and thicker than his wrist.

Resembling a wriggling python, it terrified Han, who attempted to retreat by stumbling backward. However, no matter how much he struggled, he couldn’t escape from Taesin’s grip around his neck.

The swollen tip of the hot shaft, bloated by Han’s swollen cheek, brushed lightly against it.

“Huuk…”

A transparent tear hanging under the swollen eye below Han’s eye fell directly onto the top of Taesin’s genitalia. The tear traversed the convoluted grooves of the engorged blood vessels and disappeared into the dark pubic hair.

As if angered, wrinkles deepened on Taesin’s forehead.

He could no longer endure it.