From Villain to S-Class Guide chapter 38- MATURE

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I left the room, still hearing Shin Heesung’s voice in my head.

There was a bed in that room, but I stepped out without hesitation.

For the first time since being trapped here, I caught a glimpse of the living room—but there was no time to be surprised.

I hurried straight to the kitchen.

A large marble dining table stood at the center, and in one corner, several dishes sat filled with food.

Until now, I had been locked away in a room that held nothing but a bed and all sorts of tools and devices.

I only just realized that the place I’m trapped in is actually structured like a proper house.

I had assumed it was just a space meant to torment me, but who would’ve thought that beyond this room, there’d be a fully built home?

The living room and kitchen were luxurious, yet there was an undeniable sense of emptiness—almost desolate.

It didn’t feel like an ordinary house.

‘Could this be… a bunker?’

There was a faint underground-like smell lingering in the air, making him think his guess was probably right.

While I was trying to figure out exactly where I was, my body was suddenly slammed against a table.

More precisely—my face was shoved straight into a bowl of some pale, porridge-like food.

“Kuhek—! What the hell, fuck—! Ugh, mmph—!”

Shin Heesung grabbed my hair and kept shoving my face into the bowl.

Food flooded into my mouth and nose, bringing a wave of discomfort.

‘Well, this is a new one.’

I’d played around with food before—more times than I could count.

And sure, I’d eaten like a dog, down on all fours, more than once.

But never quite like this.

However, having my face forcibly shoved into a bowl like this was a first—it felt strangely novel.

The porridge inside wasn’t hot, just lukewarm.

The sticky white mush clung to my face, stinging my eyes.

When I twisted my body in a desperate attempt to resist, Shin Heesung nearly pulled out completely—only to slam himself back in.

The thick shaft pushed in easily, slamming deep into my colon.

The broad tip pounded against the inner walls, sending sharp jolts through me.

“…Why? I’m just feeding you since you must be hungry. You don’t even get that?”

“Mmgh… ugh.”

“…I went through the trouble of cooling it down properly, and yet you can’t even take it. Is it because you’re just that stupid? Seriously, how disappointing.”

Thrust. Smack. Thrust!

The deeper his cock pushed into my intestines, the faster my face was shoved into the bowl.

No matter how much I coughed and squirmed, Shin Heesung didn’t let up, only driving his hips in harder.

It was only when there was barely any porridge left in the bowl that my face was finally lifted.

The table was a mess, covered in the porridge that had spilled over.

“Cough, hhk, cough!”

My body convulsed as I coughed violently, my upper body heaving with the force of it.

Before I could catch my breath, my body was flipped over once more.

I found myself sprawled on the table, my lashes damp with porridge.

With great effort, I lifted them just enough to take in the sight of Shin Heesung.

The moment our eyes met, rage surged through me like a wildfire.

My eyes burned with fury as I screamed at the top of my lungs, my voice cracking with raw emotion.

“Get the hell out and drop dead, you fucking bastard!”

“…….”

“I swear, one day, I’ll cut off your damn dick and shove it down your throat, you fucking bastard… Ugh!”

I was cursing like crazy when Shin Heesung suddenly grabbed me by the throat.

A powerful pressure tightened around my neck, caught in his large hand.

“You’re already an idiot, and now you’re cussing too? You know… you really shouldn’t do that, hmm?”

“…Kuh, shut up, you fucker!”

Even as my throat was being squeezed, I paid no mind and screamed, causing Shin Heesung’s expression to twist in displeasure.

“They say a dumb guide who can’t understand words needs a beating.”

Letting go of my neck, Shin Heesung yanked himself out roughly from deep inside me.

Though he hadn’t finished, he seemed to have no intention of continuing, pushing my legs up toward my head.

As my body folded completely, my hips were left raised in the air.

In that position, Shin Heesung clasped his hands into a fist and deliberately shook it in front of my eyes, making sure I noticed.

The moment I saw his fist, my face went pale.

Seeing that, Shin Heesung slowly curled his lips into a smirk.

“Don’t… Don’t do it. I hate that. Fuck, I said I hate it!”

“But Yeonwoo, you’re the one who won’t listen.”

Shin Heesung, looking pleased, pressed his fist against the hole.

At that moment, I deliberately let my tears flow even harder and began sobbing.

“F-Fuck, hic, ugh, stop, you bastard, sniff…”

I wept more desperately than ever, watching Shin Heesung’s every reaction without missing a single detail.

As my body heaved with uncontrollable sobs, crying out like a child, I could sense him hesitating slightly.

Though I had shed tears a few times before, I had never sobbed this hard.

Caught off guard, Shin Heesung looked down at me with slightly widened eyes as tears streamed down my face.

“Hic… sniff… h-heuk… hic!”

“……What the hell?”

Murmured words, slow and unsteady, carried a hint of confusion.

Noticing it, I turned my head away from Shin Heesung.

Burying my face into the mess of a table, I continued sobbing, stealing glances at him.

At some point, the fist that had been pressed against the hole had been withdrawn.

Subtly shifting my gaze, I found Shin Heesung still staring down at me, dazed.

“…Are you… crying because you’re hungry…?”

I had to hold back a laugh at the sound of Shin Heesung muttering to himself.

It was kind of funny and cute that this was the conclusion he had come to.

“…There’s still some left.”

Shin Heesung pushed the bowl of porridge toward my face, just a little closer.

Then, as if to urge me to eat, he lightly tapped my lips.

“You’re crying because you’re hungry, right? H-Here, eat this.”

“Hhng—! Get that away from me, you bastard!”

At Shin Heesung’s absurd words, I burst into even louder tears, as if angered, and shoved him away with my head.

The bowl rolled away aimlessly.

Shin Heesung slowly rolled his eyes and, still looking flustered, pressed his cock against his entrance.

I had to stifle a laugh at his actions, as if he truly believed that this would be enough to console me.

“…Forget it, then.”

Shin Heesung didn’t even seem to realize that he was watching my reactions.

Unlike earlier, when he had been ruthlessly pounding into me, his thrusts had slowed considerably.

As he looked down at me, still sobbing beneath him, he reached for my chest.

His fingers found my pierced nipple, rolling it between them, rubbing as if to tease.

“Don’t—fuck—hngh, let go!”

It wasn’t exactly a gentle touch, but neither was it entirely rough.

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