TTDOTO 5.2

“Ugh, ugh!”

As Jae-an’s thighs stiffened and his hips trembled, viscous fluid dripped over the veined back of his hand.

“Wow… you came a lot.”

Jae-rim’s yellow eyes fixated on the semen coating his palm. Jae-an shoved him with newfound strength. Jae-rim, feigning compliance, leaned back into the sofa.

Staggering up, Jae-an yanked up his pants. With each movement, teardrops teetering on his chin fell.

“Hic, ugh…”

Covering his eyes with his hand, he gasped. He didn’t want to cry, but the flood of sobs was unstoppable.

“Hic, ugh…”

Despite trying to endure, Jae-rim’s hand had forced him to harden and climax. Beyond shame, it was now utter humiliation. Grief swelled. Unable to leave, standing shakily, Jae-an sobbed, chest heaving.

Jae-rim, slouched on the sofa, stared up at his tear-soaked face, then frowned, as if the crying were absurd.

“You came because it felt good, so why cry—”

A sharp slap turned Jae-rim’s head. The stinging blow left his cheek burning red. Realizing late, he let out a small, mocking chuckle.

“Ouch…”

Wincing, his exaggerated pain was obviously fake. Locking eyes with Jae-an, he stuck out his tongue, still smirking.

The red tongue licked the wet fluid from his palm, swallowing it with saliva as his Adam’s apple bobbed slowly.

“What… are you doing…”

Jae-an stepped back, jaw trembling. He’d braced for retaliation after hitting him, but this revolting act was unimaginable. Contempt flashed in his shaking eyes.

“…Crazy bastard.”

Not looking away from Jae-an’s horrified face, Jae-rim grabbed two tissues, wiping the remaining semen and saliva, smiling faintly.

“Calling me crazy already?”

“What?”

“I haven’t even done half of what I want…”

His slow, deliberate words lost their smile. With a creak, he stood from the sofa.

The room darkened. Closing in, leaving only a paper-thin gap, Jae-rim bent slightly, tilting his head to meet Jae-an’s eyes.

“Why make such a fuss over a little dick-touching?”

His menacing eyes and voice choked back Jae-an’s urge to curse and scream.

“And.”

Whispering low, Jae-rim placed a heavy hand on Jae-an’s shoulder, making him sway.

“I said tutoring at home would turn me on more. When did I promise not to fuck you outside?”

Seeing Jae-an shrink in fear, defiance gone, Jae-rim let out a hollow laugh.

“No way. I’m the kind who can fuck you anytime, anywhere.”

His yellow eyes slowly scanned Jae-an’s face, as if pondering.

“Oh, you meant let’s do it at home?”

“…What?”

Pale with dread, Jae-an watched as Jae-rim gestured to the office.

“You said you don’t want it outside.”

“Of course, this is your restaurant, with people right below…”

“So you’ll spread your legs at home?”

His husky voice pounced eagerly.

“It’s quiet there, just us. No one will catch our filthy acts.”

A trap.

Tutoring was just a means to ravage him. In broad daylight, in a bustling restaurant, he was being told to choose home to avoid being raped here.

The more he talked with Jae-rim, the closer he was pushed to the cliff’s edge. A sharp, alluring trap he knowingly stepped into, with only one answer. Better than being treated less than human here…

Trembling, Jae-an answered in a wet voice.

“Fine, at home…”

“Let’s go, then.”

As Jae-an dropped his head, overwhelmed, Jae-rim hugged him tightly. Their chests pressed together, Jae-rim’s racing heartbeat revealed his thrill.

After the fierce embrace, Jae-rim adjusted Jae-an’s disheveled clothes—tugging down his shirt, buckling his pants—his care disturbingly tender. Jae-an stood dazed, as if struck hard.

Jae-rim grabbed his wrist, leading him downstairs. The drive home was nauseatingly reckless. Parking crookedly in the garage, Jae-rim got out. Seeing him approach the passenger side, Jae-an instinctively reached for the lock button but froze. The door swung open.

“What are you waiting for?”

His oddly excited voice worsened Jae-an’s motion sickness. Jae-rim yanked him out.

Striding across the garden, Jae-rim slammed the front door shut, grabbing Jae-an’s buttocks with a groan-like exhale. Too rushed to remove his shoes, he kissed him stickily right there.

Though Jae-an had grown used to kissing after repeated encounters, knowing it was a prelude to worse, reignited visceral disgust. The lukewarm tongue felt like a slimy larva.

His body leaned back, but Jae-rim pressed closer each time he tried to pull away. Finally, Jae-an’s back hit the door, trapped.

The hand kneading his buttocks over clothes unbuckled his pants. The oversized waistband caught on his thighs. Jae-rim gripped his bare buttocks and dried semen on his groin, moaning softly.

“God, hyung… so fucking hot…”

His lust-soaked voice bared his arousal. The rough groping hurt his penis like it was being crushed. Grimacing, Jae-an pressed his lips together, squeezing out a voice.

“Sh-shower. Let’s shower first.”

“No way. I want your smell…”

But Jae-rim had already lost reason. His lips attacked again, stealing Jae-an’s voice.

And Jae-an knew. He’d be raped by Jae-rim here.

Anxiety turned to certainty, and Jae-an began losing composure. Having been violated before, predicting the coming terror was easy. The trauma of escaping Jang Han-seong’s gang surged, shredding his reason.

His heart raced uncontrollably, his ears ringing. Bloodshot eyes glared at Jae-rim, who kissed obliviously.

Seo Seung-hyeop’s face overlapped with Jae-rim’s. Flashes of his mother’s photos of Seung-hyeop and Han-yoon’s affair flooded his mind. The final image—finding his mother’s hanged body—engulfed his fading reason.

‘This isn’t right.’

Sex with Jae-rim, as Han-yoon’s son, was unthinkable. Fierce repulsion made him clench his teeth.

He couldn’t do it. Couldn’t bear it. He’d rather be beaten to near death than let Jae-rim have him. ‘No, no, no.’

Enduring the beast’s caresses, his shaking eyes scanned the entryway cabinet.

Beside a wooden ornament, a familiar object stood—a praying angel statue, Jae-rim’s childhood treasure. Spotless, still white… and hard.

Jae-an pressed closer to Jae-rim, reaching for it. Jae-rim, oblivious, moaned in excitement, likely mistaking it for surrender.

The hand that was hurting his penis moved to his buttocks, fingers rubbing the crease. Jae-an bit his lip hard, snatching the statue.

‘This isn’t right. Not at all.’

Everything was wrong—Jae-rim’s acts, raising this statue.

Lifting it high, he hadn’t decided whether to strike himself or Jae-rim. But he raised it desperately.

He didn’t want this. He wished Jae-rim would stop, but the cold fingers pried into his clenched hole.

“Ugh…!”

The foreign sensation chilled his spine. Memories of Seung-hyeop and Han-yoon’s affair, Han-seong’s gang’s mocking laughter, cold hands on his skin—disgusting images rolled like trash, staining his vision red. Screaming, Jae-an swung the statue with all his might.

Instinct aimed at Jae-rim’s head, not his own.

A thud, and Jae-rim’s body tilted. The statue shattered on the floor, and his strength drained. Jae-an yanked up his pants, hit the door button, and ran out.

“No, no, no, no!!”

Crazed, Jae-an muttered, racing across the garden, clutching his unzipped pants. Tears streamed down his bloodless cheeks.

“Hic, ugh… please, please.”

Pushing the gate’s handle, about to press the unlock button, his head was yanked back. The force slamming his hair to the ground sent him crashing onto his buttocks.

Unable to brace, pain shot from his hips up his spine. Gasping, unable to scream, he clawed the grass to stand. But a brutal kick knocked him down again.

“Ugh, hah.”

Sharp pain stabbed his stomach, as if his ribs were broken. Curling up, clutching his belly, he gasped brokenly.

“Haa, haa…”

Jae-rim’s ragged breathing loomed above. Clutching his head, he staggered from the blow.

After seconds of tense standoff, Jae-rim’s wild eyes fixed on Jae-an, and he approached.

Straddling him, his weight crushed Jae-an’s stomach, feeling like his insides would burst. His face flushed red from the pressure.

Flailing, pushing at Jae-rim’s stone-like thighs, Jae-an froze as something wet hit his cheek.

“…!”

His eyes widened. A gash near Jae-rim’s eyebrow bled raw flesh, dripping onto Jae-an’s face.

Drip. Drip.

The metallic blood kept flowing. Jae-rim’s blood-soaked face made his teeth gleam whiter as his lips twisted grotesquely.

“Look at this.”

“….”

“You never wanted to do it with me…”

Though smiling, his voice trembled, devoid of strength.

“Whether I sweet-talk you or force you, I’m destined to be a rapist, huh…?”

Wiping blood from Jae-an’s face with his thumb, Jae-rim forced a smile.

“If that’s the case, might as well be the bastard who fucks you a second sooner.”

“Jae-rim, the blood…”

The bleeding was worse than imagined. Despite causing it, the sight shocked Jae-an, his eyes burning.

“S-sorry, Jae-rim. Hospital first…”

“No matter how pretty you act, I don’t believe you anymore.”

You’ve betrayed me too much, hyung. Staggering up, Jae-rim ripped off Jae-an’s pants, then unbuckled his own.

Hooking hands behind Jae-an’s knees, he pressed them to his chest, spreading his legs. Spitting on the exposed anus, Jae-rim skipped fingers, pressing his glans directly against it. The hard, hot sensation was unreal, especially with blood pouring from his head.

“Wait, wait!”

Pushing at Jae-rim’s chest, Jae-an clenched his thighs, but it was futile. The thick shaft forced open the tight hole.

“Ah, ugh!!”

Biting his lower lip until it bled, Jae-an glared. It had come to this. Not at home or the restaurant, but in the garden at dusk, soaked in blood, tears, and sweat, like animals.

“It won’t go in!”

His frenzied screams filled the garden. Pale, Jae-an thrashed, tears bursting.

“Jae-rim, please! Please!!”

But the glans pried into the tight entrance. Pain beyond imagination spread, as if bones were splitting. Shaking his head, veins bulged on his forehead and neck.

“No, no! S-stop…!”

Without lubricant, the penis halted halfway. But Jae-rim pushed harder, the burning, tearing sensation growing as the rest forced in. His insides burned.

“Ugh, ah…!”

No strength could push Jae-rim off. His trembling hands clawed the ground, gripping grass until his nails whitened, pulling it out by the roots.

Jae-rim, eyes half-glazed, stared at the hole. Insertion was nearly complete. Each catch of the glans and veins sent a tight, foreign jolt. To ease it, he let go of Jae-an’s knees, spreading his buttocks.

Losing patience, Jae-rim thrust hard, slamming the rest in with a thud. The inner walls stretched to the shaft’s shape.

“Fuck… so warm.”

Head tilted back, Jae-rim sighed, unlike Jae-an, who couldn’t scream, eyes wide, trembling in terror. His limbs shook with primal fear.

Without a second’s pause, Jae-rim began thrusting. Skipping all stages of sex, he pounded toward climax.

“Ah, ah…”

Screaming was pointless. Folded in half, Jae-an dripped cold sweat, shaking limply.

As the long penis churned, something hot flowed from his buttocks to his waist—blood from the torn hole.

Pale, Jae-an let his legs dangle, breathing shallowly to dull the pain.

Cold sweat from Jae-an and lustful sweat from Jae-rim mingled stickily. The pounding thrusts stained Jae-rim’s pants and Jae-an’s shirt with grass.

“Ugh, hng.”

Taking in Jae-an’s pained expression, devoid of arousal, Jae-rim reached climax early. Semen flooded Jae-an’s insides. Without pulling out, he hugged him.

Hooking Jae-an’s knees over his arms, Jae-rim lifted him, whispering to the limp body.

“Wrap your arms around my neck. You’ll fall.”

Groaning, Jae-an clung to his neck. Jae-rim reeked of blood. He felt utterly inhuman, a beast.

Carrying him inside, Jae-rim lay Jae-an on the bed, still joined, pressing his groin and kissing him. The second round began.

Semen and blood as lubricant made insertion easier than in the garden. Slowly driving in from glans to base, Jae-rim grinned, head tilted back. The first round, fueled by rage and arousal, was too frantic to savor. Now, he truly tasted Jae-an.