MONSTERS 2

“Heu, eueee, heuk, ah, nng… hup…”

Every single moment, the inside of his body, down to every last nook and cranny of its folds, was being violated without exception. As a result, when the ruthless pleasure soared, Kim Heejo ended up ejaculating almost as if it were erupting. In reality, Lion Head had not been thrusting for that long, but his insides felt beyond melted—they felt completely crumbled.

“Heck… eu, hup—.”

That was because Lion Head’s genitals were so heavily curved they looked fierce even from the surface. Not only was the shaft bent inward, but the glans at the end protruded to a brutish degree, crushing his insides. Consequently, both when it was inserted and when it scraped the interior, it gifted Kim Heejo a cruel peak of sensation.

Lion Head knew this well, so as he watched the reaction of the weeping and clinging Kim Heejo, he deliberately pulled his cock almost all the way out. The stake-like object stopped just as it was about to exit near the hole. At this, Kim Heejo hoped for a brief moment that Lion Head might be stopping, but it was nothing more than a trivial hope destined to be trampled before it could even swell.

“Ah, ah… euheee… eut!”

Sparkling flashes that didn’t actually exist flickered across his clear vision. Kim Heejo, letting out a shrill, throat-scraping sound, shuddered, but because his body was shaking incessantly, it didn’t seem to make much of a difference. Pressing down firmly with his body weight and shoving his cock entirely into Kim Heejo, Lion Head moved his hips with a force that seemed determined to turn the inner walls inside out.

This was not something that had happened just once or twice. Lion Head used to make Kim Heejo cry by pulling the glans out so the tender outer folds would snap, then suddenly battering the inside at a rapid pace.

Despite this, Kim Heejo hoped for some unlikely stroke of luck every time, only to fall into despair again. His reality was that miserable—he couldn’t endure it without grasping at futile hope.

“Hieu, heuk, no… ah, haeueuk…”

Even though Lion Head was about twice Kim Heejo’s size, he was incredibly agile, and his lower body, like that of a bull, was composed of violent muscle. Because of that, Lion Head’s thrusting was closer to battering his internal organs. Even when he moved slowly on occasion, the core of the object was as hard as a rock, so when it rubbed against him to the root, he felt the urge to dry heave. His internal organs, which he had never been conscious of before, were being thoroughly transformed into organs for pleasure alone. It was horrific.

“Ha… eueuut, heuk, ah… nng!”

Lion Head was making the completely distorted inside of his body even more of a mess. He had certainly suffered through a hellish pleasure yesterday, but today was worse. No, every time, the threshold for pleasure lowered while the limit of what he could endure grew higher. Now, he didn’t wet himself even when Lion Head licked near his lips with that enormous tongue. Instead, his body, knowing what would happen afterward, made his member stand firm and soaked his hole until it was sloppy.

“Heuk, heu…”

Lion Head laid Kim Heejo, who seemed to lack even the strength to sob, down on the table. Then, glancing at his epaulettes that were soaked with tears, he shoved the withdrawn cock back in. For a moment, his flat abdomen bulged at a single point. It was because he had swallowed Lion Head’s cock—there was no need to cut his stomach open to know.

“……”

Lion Head, looking quite satisfied with this sight, narrowed his eyes and traced his gloved hand over Kim Heejo’s damp stomach. His golden eyes scanned the defenseless body as if licking it. Of course, it wasn’t just Lion Head. At some point, the monsters that had been unfamiliar to Kim Heejo had all vanished, and familiar monsters had approached to watch this scene.

As if waiting for their turn, or as if enjoyably voyeuring the spectacle unfolding before their eyes.

“Aah, heuk, eut… heueup…!”

Chains, Stacked Books, Statue.

Kim Heejo’s tear-drenched eyes moved frantically, looking from one monster to another. Just as fear made his legs tremble, even his pupils could not stay fixed on one spot and shook here and there.

It had been going on for several days now, but the monsters did not grow tired of Kim Heejo. Rather, as if contemplating what more they could do with him, they molested every part of Kim Heejo’s body with their gaze. The nipples that stood erect from being touched by other monsters, the skin where their marks remained vividly, the upper and lower mouths that had swallowed the monsters’ fluids and semen. Even the member that could no longer ejaculate and only dripped thin bodily fluids.

They liked this sacrifice very much.

An innocent sacrifice who had fallen into hell.

Since they liked him this much, they had no choice but to continue devouring him.

Someone pulled Kim Heejo as if plucking him out. When they let go, Kim Heejo thought his body was falling straight down to a very deep and dark floor. To a place where no one’s hand could reach…

“…!”

Kim Heejo, whose head had been resting against the seat, blinked.

Did I dream I was falling in my sleep? He thought vacantly, but a question suddenly arose. The point was that he couldn’t move so much as a fingertip according to his will. He tried several times, but the only parts he could move freely were his eyelids at most. In a situation where he couldn’t move an inch, Kim Heejo rolled his eyes.

This place was inside a train. It was dark outside the window and a torrential rain was pouring down. However, the white snow piled up outside glowed eerily. The sky was black and the ground sparkled white. The rain was still falling… It was a nonsensical situation. After staring out the window for a while, Kim Heejo discovered his own reflection in the glass.

Inside the rattling train, he was leaning his body against an old seat.

Why am I here?

As he asked himself this, Kim Heejo struggled to look around more. People were sitting in the other seats, but for some reason, they were all staring into space with dazed expressions. While feeling a sense of jarring strangeness at that sight, he suddenly noticed. They were all holding their mouths open and not even blinking their eyes.

Are those people okay? Are they even alive? Even though he tried to check, his body was limp and he couldn’t even twitch a fingertip. Even his consciousness tried to sink down, down, like he was floundering in deep water.

At that moment, a beep, beep, sound brought Kim Heejo back to his senses. A strange message was written on the electronic display board attached to the ceiling.

[Month 1014 Day 19764 Request Details] Things that have sinned: 13]

After such a message appeared, the cabin door at the front suddenly opened. A person who entered from there beckoned to the passengers sitting in the seats. One, two, three… finally until there were thirteen people. The people who stood up from their seats walked out of the cabin one by one.

Only then did Kim Heejo realize that, unlike a general train, the inside of this cabin was very wide and made of wood in various places.

At the very least, the train Kim Heejo had boarded was not like this.

He recognized that, but Kim Heejo’s consciousness was cut off once again. Afterward, hearing the same sound, he opened his eyes once more. This message was displayed on the electronic board.

[All customers were satisfied. We express our gratitude for your hard work. From Cabin 1048]

The screen turned black. But not even a few seconds passed before the light came back on.

[Year 102839 Day 53734451 Request Details Things without sin: 1 From Cabin 1052]

“…?”

He didn’t want to walk, but Kim Heejo, who had stood up abruptly from his seat, was walking. It no longer felt like he was flailing heavy arms submerged in something. Just as if it were natural, he walked on his own feet and went out of the cabin. Then he stood beside a man whose face could not be seen.

“We will proceed… with the selection process.”

There were other people around the man, but every single one of them had bizarre attire. One had pants pulled over their head, another was wearing a coat backward.

In the midst of that, the man was the only one in decent clothing. However, because he was wearing a hood and had a baseball cap pulled down, Kim Heejo couldn’t see his face in detail. Furthermore, since he even had his head hanging low, he could only guess it was a man from the similar physique and voice.

“Kim Heejo. 26 years old. Request details… suitable for ‘thing without sin’.”

“Change from 126.928106, 37.4832828 to 126.972099, 37.5425516. It is time… to be shipped.”