Even though it was a scenario that hadn’t occurred, Yoon Seoho made no effort to mask his lethal aura. It was an eventuality that could strike at any moment.
No matter how desperately he managed, hid, and kept the youth tucked away in his nest, there was always a margin for error.
Consequently, simply keeping him hidden and wrapped around his finger wasn’t a permanent solution.
Besides, now that Seo Yuan possessed this caliber of power, attempting to keep him hidden forever was entirely pointless.
Therefore, it was far more effective to reveal his identity through an entirely different avenue—specifically, by utilizing the very religion he had built.
The cult Yoon Seoho had established, ‘Exalted,’ had already become incredibly famous across society, perfectly living up to its name.
It was expanding its influence at a pace so explosive it was hard to believe it was merely a newly emerged religion.
Even at this very moment, its ranks were continuously swelling.
However, because Yoon Seoho had ballooned his influence so rapidly, fierce pushback and constant surveillance from rival religious factions had been pouring in without pause.
While he had fully anticipated this friction, it had turned out to be far more tedious than he cared to deal with.
Just as the administrative upkeep of managing the cult was growing exceedingly tiresome and Yoon Seoho was seriously contemplating whether he should dismantle the religion entirely, he had discovered Seo Yuan.
At this point, Yoon Seoho couldn’t help but wonder if his original impulse to create the religion in the first place had been a grand, divine orchestration specifically meant to prepare for Seo Yuan’s eventual arrival.
Even while harboring a thought that only a completely unhinged fanatic would conceive, Yoon Seoho failed to sense a single inkling of strangeness.
He didn’t even realize that he himself had become entirely indistinguishable from a brainwashed zealot obsessed with a cult.
Regardless, everything was aligning perfectly.
It was a massive win that he could sustain his tedious religious playground by using Seo Yuan, and since the cult would provide a flawless shield to protect Seo Yuan’s identity, it was a perfectly symbiotic arrangement.
From the exact moment he resolved to thrust Seo Yuan into his religion, Yoon Seoho had already finalized his decision to hand over the title of Cult Leader.
He would simply step into the role of Vice Cult Leader, handling the administration and managing the youth from the shadows.
A sudden swap in the religious head wouldn’t trigger a single issue.
Every single follower who had already joined the ranks was locked under the absolute weight of Yoon Seoho’s hypnosis.
All he had to do was trigger a massive wave of brainwashing, overwriting their minds with a fabricated memory stating that Seo Yuan had been their true Cult Leader from the very beginning.
What a beautifully simple task.
The corners of Yoon Seoho’s mouth twisted into a sharp smirk.
“Hyung, it hurts, hic, it hurts so much…….”
Seo Yuan appeared to have completely lost his grip on reality.
Trapped in a foreign, blinding agony he was experiencing for the very first time, all he could do was weep and plead through a wall of endless tears.
His face made it glaringly obvious that he wasn’t even conscious of the words tumbling from his own mouth.
He looked exactly like a fragile, helpless prey flattening itself before a apex predator, operating purely on a basic instinct to survive.
Seeing this, Yoon Seoho’s eyes curved with profound, absolute satisfaction.
“Yes, yes. Just endure it a little longer and it’ll start feeling good. What a good boy.”
Whispering the praise softly against Seo Yuan’s ear, Yoon Seoho began to ruthlessly gouge and rake his length around inside the tight cavity, moving as if he were frantically searching for something hidden deep within.
“Ah, hngh, ah!”
“……Not here either? Then how about here?”
“Ngh, ugh, ah!”
“It seems to be hidden quite deep inside.”
Letting his voice trail off, Yoon Seoho forcefully drove his hips upward this time.
The moment he thrust deeply, burying himself straight against the absolute back wall of the cavity, Seo Yuan’s body spasmed in a frantic tremor.
“Haa, ah!”
“Bingo.”
His smile thick with dark satisfaction, Yoon Seoho began to ruthlessly focus his assault onto the exact spot that had elicited the youth’s reaction.
The blunt head of his member hammered ruthlessly against the sensitive point over and over again.
Beneath the relentless, heavy friction, the tight inner lining convulsed.
The way the opening instinctively flexed, desperately squeezing and weeping around his length, was intensely stimulating.
The sheer tension of the grip made Yoon Seoho’s breath turn ragged and heavy.
Every single metric proved this was explicitly the boy’s first time, yet the opening clamped down as if he were a seasoned whore who had spent years rolling in a brothel.
Letting out a low, breathless chuckle, Yoon Seoho pinned the boy squarely against the extreme depth and halted his movements entirely for a brief moment.
His mouth hanging open as silent, broken wheezes escaped his throat, Seo Yuan slowly forced his eyelids open.
Unfocused, hazy pupils that couldn’t fully comprehend the situation stared up at Yoon Seoho.
“You look like you’re struggling, so I figured I’d give you a little break.”
“Hngh, ah…….”
“Why? Is this not what you wanted?”
The flush of his tear-stained eyelids looked violently explicit.
Exhaling a feverish, ragged breath, Seo Yuan weakly lifted his limp arm.
Grabbing Yoon Seoho’s brawny forearm with what little strength remained in his fingers, his lips parted slightly.
“Hmm? What was that?”
Seeing him muttering soundlessly, Yoon Seoho leaned his ear close to the boy’s mouth.
In that exact moment, a faint, trembling whisper leaked past Seo Yuan’s lips.
“Just… rather than this… please, move… hngh, won’t you move for me……?”
Yoon Seoho instantly fell silent at the request.
He had merely intended to tease the youth due to how clumsy and helpless he was during his first time, but hearing an answer so entirely unexpected felt like a sudden, blinding jolt straight to his brain.
The paralysis lasted only a fraction of a second.
Shaking off the stupor, Yoon Seoho gritted his teeth and began to slam his hips forward at a speed that made his previous pace look like child’s play.
‘Squelch, squelch, thud!’
The wet, sticky impact echoed loudly throughout the bathroom.
Having been thoroughly worked over, the inner walls had instantly grown slick and drenched, clinging tenaciously to every inch of his length.
Locking his jaw, Yoon Seoho hammered inside as if he intended to pierce straight through the boy’s body.
Seo Yuan let out a continuous, breathless shriek that sounded closer to a convulsive fit.
“Ah, haa, ah!”
Yoon Seoho didn’t show a single ounce of leniency.
