MONSTERS 12

Kim Heejo, who had been unconscious on the conveyor belt, was only able to come to his senses after a long time had passed. Even blinking was a struggle, but the thought that he had to survive made him move his legs. After barely managing to get down to the floor, he rummaged through the nearby trash and found something like clothes. He wanted to cover his body with anything. He knew he would be torn to shreds anyway once he encountered the monsters, but he was desperate for something to wear.

At that moment, a blanket dropped with a thud over his head. It was thick and, for a place like this, remarkably clean.

“…?”

Flustered, he looked up, but there was only the ceiling. Thinking briefly that it might have been caught on something, he hurriedly wrapped the blanket around his body. Then, he entered the passage leading to the next room and curled up. His exhausted body was on the verge of being completely discharged. As soon as he leaned his back against the wall, he passed out. Beyond the terrible fatigue, he could feel neither hunger nor thirst.

How long had he slept since then? The room he had just escaped from became noisy once again. Even without looking through the crack in the door, it was obvious that it was full of monsters, and it was equally obvious what those monsters would do to Kim Heejo.

“Eu… heueu…”

In the moment his breath, heated by terror, scattered past his lips, the door rattled. Kim Heejo backed away and ended up grabbing the doorknob of another room connected to the passage.

It was silent. Not a sound could be heard.

With the thought that there might be no monsters, like the space where he first started, or that a place to hide might appear, he hurriedly threw the door open.

That tiny hope was trampled as soon as the door opened. The monsters he faced the moment he entered the new room were all covering their own mouths with both hands, waiting for Kim Heejo to enter with smiling faces.

As soon as he made eye contact with one of them, Kim Heejo was dragged into the room and passed around among the monsters without a moment’s rest. Sometimes he was hung against the wall as before, and other times he was pinned face down on something like a dining table. Then, he was tied to a conveyor belt and touched by various monsters as if he were being sampled.

When he continued to endure such things and found a gap to escape, he would simply be violated in a different manner in the next room anyway. It was the same no matter where he went, not just the rooms. He soon came to accept this fact. This was because Kim Heejo had opened five doors, and the same thing had happened all five times.

“Hik… ah!”

A single snake-like tentacle squeezed into the hole that had remained open almost constantly since he was trapped inside the train. While the tentacle—which had entered entirely except for its bright red tail—constantly rummaged through his insides, a teddy bear appeared and fiddled around the hole. Unfortunately, with the teddy bear’s small cock, there was no sensation even when it poked at the hole. However, it was a different story when someone else was already using it. It squeezed its cotton-swab-like cock into the gap left by the tentacle and moved its hips rapidly.

Kim Heejo, who subsequently surrendered even his chest to another monster, flinched throughout his entire body. While his sensitive chest was being sucked by a two-headed monster with a wet slurping sound, his mouth couldn’t rest either. A monster that had pulled its cock out in front of his head entered his mouth immediately. As it moved its hips, it was thrust past his uvula and into the depths.

And while being subjected to such things, a monster that made the other monsters kneel would often appear. Stacked Books, or Lion Head. The two monsters Kim Heejo had come to fear more than any others.

Stacked Books could be considered gentlemanly compared to Lion Head or the other monsters, but Kim Heejo was still terrified of the monster. It wasn’t because of its appearance. There were plenty of monsters that looked more horrific, but there was no other monster that gave pleasure as if slowly heating up his body.

In direct contrast to Lion Head’s violent and forced methods, when he was with Stacked Books, Kim Heejo’s body would seethe. He would become so anxious it made his teeth grind, and he would eventually spill pre-ejaculatory fluid uncontrollably. Every moment he was being taken, moans would burst out sweetly.

Then one day, when he met the two monsters again, Lion Head, for whatever reason, cut off a nearby tentacle and threw it to Kim Heejo.

“…”

As soon as a part of it was cut, the tentacle twisted its body strangely, but it seemed to have died; Kim Heejo ended up holding the severed piece of the tentacle in both hands in a daze. Lion Head personally taught him what he was supposed to do with it. It was to poke his own hole with it.

“Ah, heuk… ah, it hurts…!”

When he couldn’t spread his legs properly, Lion Head pressed down on his knee with the tip of his foot. Only after he was spread open to a shameful degree did the monster seem satisfied and pull its foot away. Gritting his teeth, Kim Heejo pushed the tentacle—which was still twitching even though its main body was dead and immobile—into his own body. As soon as the tentacle with its moist surface entered the inner wall, he moved the object gently.

When he began to masturbate like that, Stacked Books clapped his hands, while Lion Head just watched indifferently. However, before long, perhaps having become aroused, Lion Head pulled the tentacle out of Kim Heejo’s body, then took out his own cock and rubbed it against his face. It was a thickness closer to a man’s arm than a cock.

He didn’t know if he should be grateful that the monster was rubbing it against his face instead of putting it in his mouth. The glans, which brushed past his cheeks as well as around his eyes and the bridge of his nose, also touched the area around his lips. However, rather than thrusting it down his throat, the monster seemed to want to use Kim Heejo’s entire face. Rubbing it against his forehead and the place where his hair was, it smeared the pre-ejaculatory fluid that was seeping out bit by bit.

He felt like he was going to go crazy.

The sound of Stacked Books clapping nearby, Lion Head continuing his territory-marking-like behavior while grabbing him by the hair, and even his own state of having to masturbate with a tentacle.

If his hands slowed down even a little, Lion Head would even tap his thigh with his booted foot.

“Eueu, heup… Kkeuheuk, heu…”

Tears streamed down his cheeks while he repeated pulling out and inserting the tentacle that stirred his insides even if he stayed still. Lion Head brought his raw cock near his eyes as if those tears were lubricant. In the end, the fluid wetting the area around his eyes was something other than tears.

After showing himself masturbating in front of Lion Head and Stacked Books and being violated by them in turn, Kim Heejo, unlike before, was unable to escape the two monsters for a while. Crushed by that overwhelming fear and helplessness he had felt previously, he couldn’t even manage a faint resistance, and even his reason was violated at every moment.

However, a person eventually becomes at least a little accustomed to things. The fear was still there, but as time passed, the thought that he had to escape took precedence. Lion Head and Stacked Books were higher in the hierarchy than the other monsters; the more time he spent with the two of them, the faster his mind was eaten away. He felt as if he would eventually be scraped down to the bottom and crushed flat, until not even a trace of his form remained.

I have to escape.

Suddenly realizing he was alone in the room, Kim Heejo looked around, crawled across the floor, barely managed to stand up, and turned the doorknob. It was the door Stacked Books had once carried him through.

However, the doorknob wouldn’t turn at all. The door wouldn’t budge either, as if it were glued shut with bond, so he was about to give up and try opening the door on the other side, but he was discovered by Stacked Books, who had just entered from that direction. Kim Heejo, letting out a silent scream on the spot, pulled the doorknob again, but there was no way something that wouldn’t open would suddenly open now.

“Uh… uh, heueuk. Heu…”

Stacked Books strode over and stood in front of Kim Heejo. In front of the monster, who was at least 50 cm taller than himself, he unwittingly fell to his knees.

“I was… I was wrong.”

“…”

“I was wrong, I was wrong. I won’t do it again… I won’t escape.”

Words begging for forgiveness leaked out of their own accord, but Stacked Books tilted what was presumed to be his head to one side, then to the other. Overwhelmed by that creepy sight, Kim Heejo was cornered to the point of almost wetting himself.

“Hik…!”

In the midst of that, Stacked Books reached out both hands and shook them wildly. When Kim Heejo, thinking the monster was going to harm him, curled his body and pressed against the wall, there was again no action. However, even if he didn’t know where the eyes were, he could tell the monster was staring at him.