CAR 32

He didn’t know what expression to make even as he looked down at the skinned rat’s flesh. At Dennis’s static reaction, someone jeered.

Dennis grabbed it with his bare hand. The fishy smell of the beast and its glutinous texture were felt fully in his palm. When he held it up, the students burst out laughing as if they had been waiting.

Dennis, still holding the rat’s carcass, approached the student in the front row who had the most despicable expression.

He was looking up at Dennis with his arms crossed. Even at Dennis’s empty gaze, he merely shrugged his shoulders. It was an impulse that made him grab the student by the collar. At Dennis’s violent act, someone let out a long whistle.

It was a vile mockery of unknown intent.

Would they do this to Vittorio too? He was the one who had been wronged, yet he couldn’t understand why he was being treated this way. A faint anger began to rise. His insides churned.

Dennis shoved the carcass toward the student’s mouth. He pulled his neck back, as if startled by the rat that suddenly filled his vision. Before he could even scream, Dennis pushed the mushy lump of flesh into his mouth.

Only then, realizing what Dennis was doing, the other party kicked the desk and shouted. But Dennis did not let go of his collar easily. The fragile piece of meat was crushed in his hand.

Two students instantly rushed at Dennis. The students who grabbed Dennis’s arms forced the man who, until thirty seconds ago, was their teacher, to his knees. Excluding the student who was vomiting, four or five others surrounded Dennis.

More terrible than those who had approached Dennis to harm him was the existence of the bystanders who were still sitting at their desks, looking at their textbooks, or lying face down. They didn’t even pay attention to the scene of violence.

An unknown student suddenly kicked Dennis in the jaw. The smiles they exchanged among themselves over the sight of the man with his head snapped back were disgusting. Someone clicked their tongue, stopping a student who was hastily lowering his pants.

“Are you going to stick it in his mouth?”

“Probably.”

“He might bite.”

“He doesn’t look that vicious… Bonaparte’s was fine, wasn’t it?”

They giggled as if Dennis’s biting his lip alone was highly amusing.

“It’s safer here than in his disease-ridden lower hole.”

“Kick him in the jaw a bit.”

Shall I? With someone’s clear voice, Dennis’s head was thrown back. The faces of the students looking down at Dennis all looked similar. A large hand covered Dennis’s vision. He couldn’t tell if they would strike his jaw or shove a dick into his half-open mouth. Dennis’s Adam’s apple bobbed greatly against his will.

All men become brothers.

Someone began to mutter a line of poetry from a textbook.

The beggar becomes the nobleman’s brother.

One student grabbed Dennis’s jaw and philtrum and spat into his open mouth. Along with a sneer, something was suddenly shoved down his throat. It was a familiar piece of flesh. With a faint smell of urine that stimulated his sense of smell, something blunt and long forced its way between his teeth.

Be embraced, ye millions.

As Dennis’s body bucked greatly, someone stomped on his groin with a shoe. The unceremonious pressure made his chest heave upward. He clenched his jaw to make their fears a reality. He intended to bite down hard, no matter whose dick it was.

However, the penis that had been thrusting in and out noisily a few times was quickly pulled out with a groan. Criticisms mocking the classmate’s quick ejaculation followed.

Dennis was sitting disgracefully below their legs. Even if he barely lifted his head, it only reached their waists.

This kiss is for all the world.

Dennis suddenly realized the one reciting was Eric. He, who had recited Schiller’s poem in a jumble, laughed, cackling as if he was enjoying himself.

Soon after, what was pushed into his mouth was something more mushy. Dennis, realizing the identity of the glutinous flesh that seemed to wrap around his lower jaw, let out a bitter laugh. It was the rat that had decorated the lectern.

A beast’s carcass was better than a dick, any day. As Dennis did not resist, the intensity of the mockery and ridicule grew stronger. Someone who had pinched his nose shut repeatedly mumbled. Chew on this instead of a dick, you fucker who goes around presenting your ass.

Perhaps judging that Dennis’s spirit had been broken, the students surrounding him began to lower their pants one by one.

It was around that time that a man burst into the classroom.

Dennis, who had been limp, sluggishly lifted his head at the sudden shouts. There stood Yan, one of the kind he despised.

Yan, conscious of the hallway, brought a finger to his lips. Yan did not let his gaze linger long, even after discovering Dennis sprawled at the feet of the young men. Yan, who had completely closed the door, clicked his tongue and stood on the teacher’s platform.

In place of Dennis, who should have been there.

“Is the morning routine usually like this?”

The student sitting closest to the platform answered that it was. Everyone knew what situation and who ‘like this’ was referring to. Dennis’s lips, dried with semen and disgrace, turned blue. Someone who had wiped his penis on Dennis’s face hastily adjusted his fly.

“Then this is the most pathetic class I’ve ever seen.”

As if they had been waiting for those words, the students all burst out laughing. When only Dennis didn’t laugh, a student suddenly kicked him in the groin.

He was so numb that he couldn’t feel the pain. This was, after all, a humiliation he had never experienced before in his life.

The despicable student who had ejaculated on Dennis’s face first asked as he returned to his seat. Is it true that Mr. Kahler got into this place by selling his body to Guitry?

Yan, who had by now completely leaned his upper body against the lectern, answered crookedly.

“It’d be a relief if he’d only sold it to that Guitry bastard.”

Yan lowered his voice subtly, as if recounting a tale of valor. The students who were noisily pounding their desks and chattering at the not-so-funny rebuke were extremely grating to Dennis. If only his arms weren’t being held to the point of breaking, he would have smashed their noses…

Yan chatted idly with the surrounding students as if he had blotted Dennis’s existence out of his sight. Even at Yan’s indifferent replies, the young men readily smiled.

Yan was a teacher who received their trust and affection. Even though he imparted no knowledge whatsoever to the lacking students as an educator, and was just cooped up in the infirmary all day…

His situation was different from Dennis’s.

“What are you looking at?”

The one who had been surrounding Dennis until the end grabbed him by the hair. The nameless student idly rubbed Dennis’s brow. It seemed as if he were wiping something off his fingertips. He then forcibly opened Dennis’s mouth and shoved his penis in crudely.

Even while his lower jaw was being held, Dennis’s gaze was fixed only on Yan. Yan thoroughly ignored Dennis, thereby excluding him from the members of the classroom. Dennis felt like a trash can placed in the corner.

Dennis glanced down at the roundish glans that had invaded his oral cavity. His downcast eyes shone brightly. The only choices left for a dog driven to a cliff were to bark and… to bite.

“Aargh!”

The one whose penis was bitten by Dennis let out a sharp scream. He had intended to crush it completely, but it seemed he had failed. Dennis spat out the salty taste left in his mouth and chuckled. The guy clutching his dick bent and straightened his waist, struggling to shake off the pain. But it wouldn’t be easy.

It was truly a shame that the bite had been an unsuccessful attempt. Dennis sneered like a sick man, chewing over the tender flesh that had been between his teeth. The hands that had been holding him down so fiercely were withdrawn in an instant.

“Teacher…!”

The ‘teacher’ they were calling was not Dennis.

Yan hurried over to quell the small commotion. Yan looked back and forth between the vigorous disciple whose penis had nearly been severed, and Dennis, who was at the center of the obvious lynching, and shook his head.

“I thought Vittorio had him tamed.”

“…”

“There’s still a long way to go…”

Yan, who had drawn out the end of his sentence as if groaning, pulled Dennis up by the scruff of his neck. His shirt and vest both rode up, revealing his flat lower abdomen. Dennis, who had been made to stand up staggering in surprise, kept bursting into laughter as if he had lost his mind. He would have rather chewed and swallowed the rat’s carcass.

Yan dragged Dennis like a piece of luggage without any particular signal. He handed Dennis over to the wide space at the back of the classroom. The students were watching Yan and Dennis. Dennis raised his middle finger to the students watching him.

“I suppose I’ll have to give dear Mr. Kahler a taste of Volée’s ‘corporal punishment’.”

He flung Dennis toward the front of a cabinet. Dennis, who had hit his lower back on a sharp corner, swallowed a groan. Yan knocked on the body of the cabinet a couple of times perfunctorily. Dennis reflexively looked up at it.

The empty cabinet was wide if you called it wide, and narrow if you called it narrow. The inside was just right for storing a single person. Yan kicked Dennis into the cabinet.

“Ah…!”

“Looks like you even get off on being kicked now.”

Yan, who showed no consideration for Dennis sitting collapsed at the cabinet entrance, repeatedly tried to close the steel door. The steel cabinet struck Dennis’s back several times.

Having no choice, Dennis, who had propped himself up on the inside, was about to twist his body when Yan closed the door without even giving Dennis a chance to right himself.

“…Richter!”

“Isn’t it quite cozy?”

“Open, open the door!”

“We sometimes expel the dancers who no longer fit in here.”

Dennis struggled to twist his body. His shoulder collided with the inner wall of the cabinet. Dennis, who had literally contorted his limbs, slammed his torso against the cabinet door. But it didn’t budge, as if it had been firmly locked early on. Not even a narrow field of vision was afforded.

Dennis began to feel dizzy. Volée’s corporal punishment was not entirely unfamiliar. In the name of purifying the bloodline of a swindler, Quachi had sometimes locked the young him in a closet.

Giving him nothing all day, in the pitch-black interior where not a single point of light was allowed, Dennis listened only to the noises from outside. The sound of Quachi pacing in front of the closet, the chatter of the maids, someone’s narrow stride and shouts crossing the room… Dennis was so familiar with this place that he even felt the illusion of having returned to his boyhood.

Dennis’s struggles had long since been drowned out by someone’s burst of laughter. He stomped his feet and slammed his shoulders, but nothing changed. He was stuck, trapped in the cabinet. Thrashing about until his bones crumbled was a meaningless act.

Dennis Kahler was dying on his feet. The outside became momentarily noisy, as if class had ended. The students who passed by the cabinet in which Dennis was stuffed left, kicking the steel door or knocking on it mischievously. The noise became an echo, making the inside of the cabinet clamorous. Dennis gradually shrank in there.

And someone stopped in front of the cabinet.

Dennis thought of two options. To beg Yan for forgiveness and grovel, or to dry up and die inside the cabinet.

But the former was an absolutely unacceptable form of servility. For he had done nothing wrong to him. Rather, Dennis was the victim who had been forced to suck the students’ dicks one after another.

Yan stood with his hands in his pockets, quietly looking at the monotonously colored cabinet. Was his stamina better than he thought, or was it the pitiful struggle of someone who had hit their limit? In any case, Dennis Kahler had produced quite a meaningful amount of noise for a full thirty minutes.

In Yan’s hand, as he knocked on the cabinet a couple of times with the toe of his shoe, was a small key. Now what… Yan tilted his head, fiddling with the key.

“Kahler.”

“…”

“Did you pass out?”

Yan, who had taken a step back from the cabinet, suddenly extended his leg and kicked the door hard. Then, a faint groan could be heard from inside the cabinet. Yan, having detected Dennis’s movement, smiled handsomely as if in relief. His was the face of an angel who had personally descended to earth for the sake of providing relief.

“I’ve taken out quite a bit of my anger on you, Teacher, in the meantime.”

“…”

“I had a fight with my old friend and disciple.”

Dennis, who gathered his gradually fading consciousness, regulated his breathing. The entire narrow interior of the cabinet was filled with Dennis’s breath.

“I think the cause might be you.”

Dennis scratched the inside of the cabinet with his fingertips. A terrible noise followed.

“I’ve been tormenting you, even going so far as to cut off my own limbs…”

“…”

“I wonder if Laurent is watching this glorious moment too?”