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Shin Heesung toyed with my stomach, making it ripple over and over as if playing with a mere object.
Even as I gasped and choked, struggling to breathe, his ruthless hands showed no mercy.
The sensation was so overwhelming that it wouldn’t have been surprising if my stomach burst right then and there.
My vision darkened completely—losing sight meant my eyes must have rolled back from the sheer agony.
As my consciousness drifted further and further away, a sharp pleasure didn’t just seep into my brain—it felt like it was consuming my entire body.
But I never lost awareness completely.
It was almost ridiculous how perfectly Shin Heesung controlled the intensity, as if he knew the exact moment I was about to pass out.
Just when I was on the verge of slipping under, the pressure on my stomach loosened like a lie.
“…Ha, this is seriously insane.”
The repeated pain in my abdomen gradually transformed into pleasure, and I could feel my erection growing stiff.
Even though I couldn’t see it, I was certain I was hard.
“But why isn’t any milk coming out?”
Shin Heesung muttered to himself before gripping my nipple tightly, applying pressure as if trying to squeeze something out.
“See? Nothing’s coming out…”
A slightly disappointed voice echoed in my ears.
“…Or maybe if you eat well, it’ll come out?”
Still muttering to himself, Shin Heesung lifted me into his arms and started moving somewhere.
Before I could even think about where we were going, my body was laid down again.
It was only when my vision finally cleared that I noticed a new bowl in Shin Heesung’s hand.
“I was going to give this to you for dinner, but let’s eat now. That way, the milk should come out better…?”
When I looked up into Shin Heesung’s violet eyes, I felt as if he were completely fixated on something, lost in his own world, not in his right mind.
He scooped up a spoonful of porridge from the bowl and held it out to my mouth.
“Eat it yourself, you fucking bastard…! Mmph—!”
I twisted my head away, shaking it furiously in refusal.
Heesung blinked once, then, without warning, took the porridge into his own mouth.
Before I could react, he pressed his lips against mine, his tongue slipping forward.
I clenched my mouth shut even tighter, resisting him, but he grabbed my chin, forcing my jaw open.
Slowly, deliberately, he let the porridge trickle into my mouth through the gap in our lips.
At the same time, his other hand continued to rub my nipple, as if testing whether it would still produce milk.
The act of feeding me porridge mouth-to-mouth continued with an almost obsessive persistence.
Shin Heesung forcibly pushed the porridge into my mouth as I resisted, refusing to eat.
It was only when the bowl was half-empty that he finally stopped.
Then, he alternated his gaze between me—panting, glaring at him—and the bowl.
I had expected him to keep feeding me that way until the bowl was completely empty, so I couldn’t grasp the meaning behind his sudden pause.
“……Maybe just feeding you through your mouth isn’t enough? You’re supposed to take it in evenly, from top to bottom. Yeah, that’s right.”
At that moment, Shin Heesung murmured something strange.
Just as I thought, ‘No way’…, and turned to look at him—he suddenly pulled out his length in one swift motion.
“Haaah!”
Squelch!
Because of that, everything that had been packed tightly inside my stomach—his release and my own urine—spilled out all at once.
The raw sensation of expulsion made my mind go blank.
There had been so much of it stored inside that the liquid just kept pouring endlessly from the opening.
For a long while, I kept emptying myself as if I were climaxing through that hole.
Once it was all released, Shin Heesung repositioned himself.
Then, he slid a hand under my hips, lifting my lower body off the surface.
My waist bent halfway, and I yelled, demanding to know what the hell he was doing—but Shin Heesung didn’t even acknowledge me.
He simply fixated on the gaping hole, studying it obsessively as if mesmerized.
He even brought his face in close, just inches away.
“It’s opening and closing, like it’s hungry. Hm, yeah… this one too.”
Shin Heesung mumbled something unintelligible once again before slipping his fingers into the hole.
“W-What are you—ah!”
He inserted two fingers at once and spread them apart, widening the opening.
A chilling sensation followed as cool air touched the inner walls.
Keeping his fingers in place, Shin Heesung lifted the bowl with his other hand and positioned it over my entrance.
As he gradually tilted the bowl, the porridge inside began to trickle down sluggishly.
The thick, viscous substance seeped into the forcibly stretched opening, and a foreign sensation surged through me, making my mouth fall open.
“This is… ah, hngh…”
It felt entirely different from semen.
Perhaps because of the porridge’s thicker consistency, the intrusion was far more pronounced.
‘Feeding porridge through my back hole… what kind of idea is that?’
I was inwardly dumbfounded by Shin Heesung’s absurd yet ingenious actions.
Of course, even in real life, I had eaten simple foods that paired well with wine from the back before.
But something with the thick consistency of porridge—this was a first.
“Hm, you take it well, just as I thought.”
Shin Heesung curled his lips into a smirk as he stared intently at my hole, struggling to take in the porridge.
His expression eased, as if satisfied.
“You… crazy bastard, hngh… ugh…”
As I cursed and lashed out, Shin Heesung tilted the bowl further.
Because of that, even more porridge spilled in than before.
“You deranged psycho, hngh—!”
“Yeah.”
“Fuck, I said stop… ngh.”
“If you finish the whole bowl.”
Even as he fed me porridge through the hole, Shin Heesung still answered my irritated protests—though without much sincerity.
It was only after the bowl was completely empty that Shin Heesung finally stopped pushing food through.
Compared to the semen and piss he had spilled earlier, the amount was nothing, but my stomach still felt uncomfortably full.
‘This is the first time I’ve eaten to my fill since being trapped here. Whether it’s through my mouth or… otherwise.’
Even if it was just porridge, it was the largest amount I had consumed since waking up in this body.
The others had barely fed me, rationing out only small portions, so Shin Heesung’s behavior was unexpected.
Not that I actually needed to eat.
This body could go without it.
But this time, I’d gained something from it.
All the Espers were obsessed with my body, but Shin Heesung’s fixation seemed especially intense.
Once he learned the truth about this body, he would only become more obsessed.
And if, at some point, I gave up on eating altogether, if I acted as though I had abandoned life itself—he would cling even more desperately than he did now.
‘That could be fun.’
I smirked to myself, then looked up at Shin Heesung, who was still mumbling about how I hadn’t produced any milk despite how much he had fed me.
His clear eyes gleamed with an eerie mix of innocence and madness, oddly captivating.
“Mm…”
“I’ll give you a proper meal tonight, not just porridge.
Maybe then, just maybe, a little milk will come out.”
Still fixated on the idea, Shin Heesung stroked my stomach—now swollen like an overfilled balloon—and smiled at me, his expression disturbingly pure.
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