CAR 21

“Should I put mine in too?”

“Not yet, just, ah… He’s using his teeth.”

Thomer pinched Dennis’s nose shut. With his breathing restricted, he began to gasp. His throat expanded without him having a chance to use his teeth. Thomer didn’t take advantage of that opening, but continued to thrust his hips.

Dennis’s vision turned hazy. In the corner of the infirmary, Eric’s illusion was giggling as if it was having a great time.

Dennis’s head was shaken helplessly. He felt no sensation in the back of his head as it was slammed against the floor. Something rank kept coming up, choking off his breath. There were several short spurts. Thomer suddenly lowered his upper body. He had a genuinely apologetic look on his face, in contrast to his frantic hip movements.

“My younger sister is getting married soon.”

“…”

“Yan arranged the match.”

An older brother who shoves his dick into a fellow teacher’s mouth for the sake of his sister’s peace… It was truly a tear-jerking sibling bond. Yan, perhaps annoyed by Thomer’s quiet muttering, approached with his crotch wide open.

“Make some space.”

It was nauseating.

Dennis’s consciousness, which had been sane, plummeted in an instant. The infirmary was tinged with a reddish-orange light. Thomer’s was already more than enough. His jaw had long lost all sensation. He couldn’t tell if it was his saliva or what Thomer had ejaculated.

Dennis, mustering his remaining strength, fumbled on the floor. Yan and Thomer, thinking his body was merely convulsing, paid no attention to Dennis’s limbs. So, he was able to pick up the empty syringe without much difficulty.

“Don’t pull out, just stay still.”

“Such a strange taste…”

Yan, who had ordered both Thomer and Dennis at the same time, bent his knees. His member brushed against Dennis’s cheek. It was an unbelievable scene.

Yan, gripping Dennis’s black hair, laughed maliciously. Soon after, ‘they’ were pushed so forcefully into Dennis’s mouth that his lips felt like they would tear. Dennis screamed a silent scream. Yan’s body hair was touching his lips. Deeply embedded, it slowly began to move.

Dennis, unable to bear the nausea, retched up stomach acid. However, with the two pillars blocking the exit, it couldn’t be expelled and just pooled around his neck.

He was slowly suffocating. Dennis’s eyes rolled back. At that sight, Yan’s member grew in size, as if he was even more aroused.

Dennis stabbed the empty syringe into Yan’s side. Without even being able to let go of the syringe, Dennis passed out.

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In his dream, Dennis was a young boy. Someone struck up a conversation with Dennis, who was playing with a rotten model of a galleon. He led Dennis somewhere. It was below a low wall that led outside. He pointed to a hole in the wall, saying he had spent all day digging it. Dennis was unfamiliar with the kindness of a boy his own age. He looked into the wall with a reluctant face.

And he came face to face with a pair of unfamiliar eyes looking at him from the other side. A startled Dennis screamed and backed away. It was trying to get inside through the hole in the wall. The bloodshot eyes pounded on the wall. Thump, thump. The red wall collapsed, burying Dennis who was below.

Dennis, escaping from the god-awful nightmare, reflexively hugged the waist of the person sitting on the bed. The person seemed quite surprised by Dennis’s touch. But soon, he gently stroked Dennis’s sweat-soaked forehead and shoulders. Dennis gradually calmed down.

But who could it be?

Judging by the thick waist, he seemed to be a man. In fact, Dennis had never once sought or received comfort from anyone in this way. His nature was originally innocent, but Quachi’s upbringing had long since transformed him into a withdrawn person. There was no way he would let a stranger into his room. No one would stay by Dennis’s side in the future either. Dennis lifted his head.

The person had no head.

More precisely, it was constantly changing. It was Eric, then Violette, then it changed to Laurent. The bizarre figure extended a hand toward Dennis. It had a whopping fifteen fingers.

As Dennis tried to avoid his hand, the fifteen fingers closed around his neck. His throat was sore and swollen, as if he had swallowed something he had just thrown up. Dennis felt fear. A chill ran down his spine.

As if reading Dennis’s mind, someone muttered.

‘Are you scared?’

‘You can just call him.’

‘He’s there.’

‘Call him, Kahler.’

Vittorio.

Damn it, that was the only name that came to mind. Dennis, as if possessed, repeated his name.

How wonderful it would have been if the one he had harmed on the first day had been Vittorio instead of Eric. In the first place, Dennis wouldn’t have had to go through all sorts of hardships. Damn Vittorio. The son of a bitch who had immortalized Dennis’s most hideous and contradictory moment in a photograph.

When he wakes up from this dream, he will definitely, absolutely, by any means necessary… go to kill Vittorio. He intended to pay him back with the axe Vittorio had driven into him.

However, Dennis, in the infirmary, had unconsciously recalled Vittorio’s axe swing. He had rather wished Vittorio would chop off Yan’s and Thomer’s necks.

When Dennis opened his eyes, it was completely night. He was lying neatly in an unfamiliar room. Dennis’s eyes quickly scanned the room. The structure was the same as his own room, but the arrangement of the furniture was markedly different. Dennis felt his body. As he sat up, a water-soaked cloth fell to the floor. Dennis was confused. He stepped into the room with his bare feet, which were a mess from stepping on glass shards.

“Too bad it’s not Vittorio.”

It was Thomer.

He was cooling some freshly heated alcohol. Dennis was now sick to his stomach of anyone from the faculty office. Dennis, not hiding his displeasure, raised the cup. He poured it all over Thomer’s head.

“Don’t overdo it. It must have been your first time doing such an astounding act.”

Thomer seemed calm, regardless of whether Dennis poured hot alcohol on him or not. After meticulously wiping his glistening face with a handkerchief, Thomer finally brought another glass from the shelf.

He poured a drink for Dennis as well, but he had no desire to pick it up. His whole body ached. Dennis, consumed by a desire for revenge, was about to abruptly overturn the table when Thomer finally showed some agitation.

“You shouldn’t defy Yan Richter.”

Thomer muttered as he wiped the table, as if annoyed. Dennis searched Thomer’s room for his clothes. His clothes, hanging on the wall, were quite clean except for all the buttons being torn off, as if he had finished washing them.

“Don’t give me that bullshit.”

“I thought you were wise, but you’re disappointing in many ways. Dennis Kahler, when a storm hits, do you go outside the fence to face it?”

“What are you blathering about, you accomplice bastard.”

“The storm will eventually subside. Moreover, that guy is impatient and gets bored of everything easily.”

“And you, are you so calm that you shoved your dick in someone else’s mouth?”

“Lie low.”

“What?”

“Do as Yan says. It’s also fine to squint your eyes as if you’ve fallen for him. The more you refuse and struggle, the more you’re facing the storm head-on.”

It was a preposterous alternative. That was no different from living as Yan’s slave. Dennis sat on Thomer’s bed with a sneer.

“Yan will catch and kill you soon.”

“…”

“Of course. Since you left a mark on Yan.”

“Then I should prepare, too.”

Dennis stood up from his seat as if possessed. His destination was set. It would be troublesome if he were to be dissected by a pervert like Yan before eliminating Vittorio.

Thomer looked up at him languidly, as if curious about the crazy stunt Dennis was about to pull. Dennis, aware of Thomer’s gaze, grimaced.

“Kahler.”

Thomer stood up from the table. He lifted his sweater. Dennis reflexively looked at the long gash on Thomer’s side.

“I too once walked into the center of the storm, so I fully understand how you feel, but…”

“…”

“A mere human cannot dare to read a storm’s thoughts.”

“What does that mean?”

“A part of me is there too.”

The drawer unit. Thomer added, then sat back down with a haggard face.

“I quite liked you, Kahler.”

“You sucked me so devotedly, of course you’d like me.”

“I’m telling you I’m sorry.”

So, live.

That was Thomer’s message. Thomer with the haggard face, advising him to be careful of Yan, and the Thomer who had assaulted him in the infirmary, seemed like completely different people. The latter was much more excessive. He couldn’t figure out which was his true self.

Dennis didn’t reply and left Thomer’s room.

From under the bed, someone burst out laughing loudly. The one who crawled out was Yan. He clutched his stomach and laughed for a long time. Soon, he was writhing on the bed, rubbing his body against the lingering lukewarm warmth of Dennis. Thomer clicked his tongue as he watched such a Yan.

“It’s not even funny. ‘I quite liked you, Kahler…’ How can you say something like that sober?”

“Like you’re one to talk.”

Yan closed his eyes, inhaling the bed deeply soaked in Dennis’s sweat and scent. He had been more excited recently than ever before. He frequently expressed his excitement, saying he had found something much better than an ashtray.

“Will Kahler kill me?”

“He’s the diligent type, isn’t he? He’ll come prepared with something.”

“I’m looking forward to it, aren’t you?”