Red Dot - Chapter 133

Chapter 133

In the deep night, an abandoned factory was shrouded in darkness.

Excluding the companions who had left, only three people remained in the vast abandoned factory.

Beep-

One of the guards, standing as if guarding the only spot with light, took out the walkie-talkie that had made a notification sound.

“Report.”

As the man spoke into the walkie-talkie, the other side responded as if waiting.

-We confirmed that the target escaped safely.

“What’s the condition of the hospital?”

-It seems completely collapsed. It’ll be hard to find any evidence related to us.

Finding secret evidence of organ trafficking in the rubble of a collapsed seven-story hospital was practically impossible. There were no police to respond immediately even if there was a report, but it was better to eliminate anything that could bother this organization once the situation improved.

The man eased his stern eyes, realizing that all objectives in collapsing Inhan Hospital had been achieved.

“Good. Then…”

“How many?”

The voice from behind interrupted the man, who turned around. Nam Ki-hyuk, who until moments ago seemed asleep on a white mat, had now sat up, wearing his glasses.

“How many from the group in the hospital survived?”

At Ki-hyuk’s words, the man, Woo Seok-jin, adjusted his grip on the walkie-talkie.

“Survivors from the hospital besides the target?”

-There are 7 survivors inside the hospital apart from the target. We confirmed all are alive.

Hearing the voice from the walkie-talkie, Ki-hyuk frowned through his glasses. He seemed displeased with something.

“All of them? You saved all of them?”

“Seems like it.”

When Seok-jin answered, Ki-hyuk clicked his tongue briefly.

“They saved them well, even without memories of ‘that time’.”

That scene never appeared in Jun-seong’s dreams but was clear in ‘his dreams’.

The collapse of Inhan Hospital.

Those desperate to live had all met their doom inside because of Nam Ki-hyuk’s ‘prank’.

Except for one, Kang Jun-seong.

It was a gift prepared while recalling that time.

As expected, Jun-seong escaped safely despite not having memories of the hospital’s collapse.

And contrary to expectation, Jun-seong saved all his comrades staying in the hospital. Even with help from other survivors on a bus, the result of all surviving was certainly surprising.

‘I was worried that Jun-seong might die because of these trivial companions.’

Like getting buried together while trying to save the group, or dying while saving them.

Thinking about these scenarios, he chuckled.

If this were a ‘dream’, he might not know, but Kang Jun-seong, fully aware this was ‘reality’, would not die so easily.

Unlike dreams, in reality, it’s a matter of real life, so his will to survive would be at its peak.

Kang Jun-seong, struggling to survive, is strong.

Nam Ki-hyuk knew this best.

While silently observing Ki-hyuk’s face heating up as he thought of someone, Woo Seok-jin spoke to the person on the walkie-talkie.

“Did you secure any video or photos of the escaped group?”

-Only videos from when they entered the current location remain.

“Send them here and keep surveillance until further instructions.”

-Yes.

Seok-jin lowered the walkie-talkie and approached Ki-hyuk.

“Sir, I’ll go check on the hostages for a bit.”

“Alright. If they’re noisy, just throw them into the zombie pit.”

“Yes.”

After their cold conversation, Seok-jin signaled to the man standing guard with him. The man, alternating glances between Ki-hyuk, who lay back down on the mat, and Seok-jin walking towards the outside of the factory, cautiously stepped forward.

Following Seok-jin out of the factory, the man put on night vision goggles he had attached to his waist and asked in a low voice.

“Didn’t we check the hostages 10 minutes ago?”

“I know.”

Responding briefly to the man’s question, Seok-jin also put on night vision goggles. Although his vision turned green, everything around was as clear as daylight.

“Then why…”

“Shut up and walk.”

Irritated by the man’s curiosity, Seok-jin spoke coldly and walked ahead. The man, feeling intimidated, closed his mouth and followed with stiff steps.

Left alone in the abandoned factory after the two men left, Nam Ki-hyuk was now breathing heavily.

“Ha… I’m going crazy…”

Even though he hadn’t done anything, his heart was beating wildly as if it would burst, and his breathing had become so rough it was hard to speak.

Ki-hyuk’s hand moved towards his lower part. A persistent throbbing sensation came from below, and sure enough, he felt something hard and erect.

Lying down, he undid his belt and unzipped his pants. He caressed the prominent bulge in his soft underwear before finally slipping his hand inside to grasp the bare shaft. Even though he had just touched it, it was already as hard as if climax was imminent.

“Our Jun-seong is… ah, a genius at getting me hard.”

Chuckling while thinking of Jun-seong’s face, Ki-hyuk recalled past dreams.

It was just a prank.

A simple prank that began with the abnormal thought of ‘how would he die this time.’

How painful would it be to be buried and die in a collapsing building?

How novel would it be?

How long could he survive?

During that time when most elements constituting human psyche were broken, Ki-hyuk experienced ‘salvation’ from someone in that prank.

“Are you okay, hyung?”

Among disposable survivors whose faces didn’t need to be remembered, one shone brightly for the first time.

“Who would expect to die like a dog here?!”

It was the first time the monochrome, dry sight filled with only the smell of bl00d was colored by someone.

Nam Ki-hyuk, who had been trying to die quietly, was drawn by that vivid color, following it out. Despite the massive noise deafening his ears and the tremendous dust storm mixed with rubble filling all his senses, that color did not fade at all.

“…Damn.”

The dust-covered face, filled with regret, looked beautiful.

The bitterness of losing all survivors except himself was profound. When the red lips reflecting life could no longer hold back and cursed, Ki-hyuk unconsciously reached out to him.

Perhaps that was when he fell in love.

“Haa… haa…”

Panting, he imagined Jun-seong from that time countless times in his mind.

The clear eyes that shone nobly in a black and white world, the delicate hand with its slender knuckles extended to him, the voice that never gave up in any crisis, and the vitality he could feel vividly just by standing beside him.

All of that changed Nam Ki-hyuk.

And Kang Jun-seong, even him.

“Sh…it… haa, ah…”

The hand not holding his s3x organ clenched tightly on the mat without a sheet, the nails making a scratching sound as if they would tear through the mat.

Ki-hyuk felt the sticky liquid on his lower abdomen where he had slightly lifted his shirt. The liquid flowing out so much that no lubricant was needed further fueled his excitement.

Continuing the recollection of that day while hearing his own panting breath.

When his hand reached Jun-seong’s neck, Ki-hyuk knew his s3x was as hard as it is now.

When the white neck he gripped tightly showed veins, and the Adam’s apple resisted in his palm, it felt like electricity was running through his body. The desperate struggle to remove his hand was as earnest as when escaping the hospital building, making it impossible for him to loosen his grip.

As his rough breathing gradually weakened due to not being able to breathe properly.

When the struggle to get away from him turned into clinging, the clear eyes clouded over, and the slender body went limp.

“Fvck, ugh…!”

Nam Ki-hyuk’s swollen s3x reached its peak.

At the moment the rock-hard organ twitched greatly, he felt the thick liquid dripping onto his abdomen. The hot liquid, so warm it seemed his body temperature was unusually high, relentlessly tapped against his quivering stomach.

Even then, if he had exposed his abdomen and taken out his s3x, he would have ejaculated like now. Back then, he was so out of it he didn’t even realize he was ejaculating, and he ended up cumming in his pants.

“Haa…”

He could never forget the sight of Jun-seong’s vitality disappearing from his own hands. The mere thought of it excited him so much that sometimes he wondered if he could ejaculate without even touching himself, just like that time.

Soaked in the afterglow of ejaculation, Ki-hyuk slowly raised his hand, his breath still excited. The murky semen, reflecting the light from the ceiling, looked particularly clear.

He licked the semen flowing down his hand with the tip of his tongue, tasting the salty flavor, but imagining the saliva dripping from Jun-seong’s lips when he was choked made his lower part stir again.

But soon, the heat throughout his body cooled down chillingly.

Jun-seong’s face, with all vitality gone, once again turned his world back to black and white. That memory was still too horrific for him to want to repeat it.

“Jun-seong…”

He called Jun-seong’s name affectionately, pulling up the corners of his mouth.

Nam Ki-hyuk’s lips uttered another word for Jun-seong.

My salvation.