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The ragged breathing I heard could only belong to Han Jihyuk.
His heated, erratic gasps brushed against my skin, raw and unmistakable.
Then, as if out of habit, he shoved his cock all the way inside me while his hand closed around my throat.
“Ghk—!”
Even as I choked, struggling for air, Han Jihyuk didn’t care.
Through my blurring vision, I could see his wide, frenzied eyes—proof of how far gone he was.
Then, a shadow loomed over my tilted head.
When I forced my eyes open wider, I realized it was another cock—a thick, glistening, deep-red shaft, twitching threateningly above me.
“Hey, Han Jihyuk. I’m trying to wreck his throat, so why the hell are you getting in my way? You gonna let go or not?”
Kang Taewon snarled as he pressed his cock against my face.
But with Jihyuk’s grip so tight around my neck, it was hard for Taewon to force himself into my mouth.
My lips barely parted, unmoving, making his dick slip away each time he tried.
Truthfully, I wanted to take Taewon’s cock in my mouth—badly.
But Jihyuk’s unrelenting chokehold left me helpless.
Even when I tried forcing my jaw wider, my blocked airway made it impossible.
“Fucking—tch.”
Taewon spat out a curse, then suddenly changed tactics.
Instead of my mouth, he went for my entire face.
My vision filled with the thick, veiny flesh pressing against me.
Roughly, he dragged his cock over every inch of my skin, grinding the swollen head against my cheeks, my eyelids, even jabbing painfully at my jawline.
Angry and impatient, he used me like a toy, shoving his tip wherever he pleased.
At one point, he even tried forcing the head into my ear.
It was too small to take him, but that didn’t stop him from pressing in, making me squirm in discomfort.
“The fuck you lookin’ at with those eyes? You want me to punish you, bitch?”
Suddenly, Taewon yanked his cock away from my ear and pressed it against my eyeball.
Without warning, he gripped his shaft and jerked it violently—right over my face.
A thick spurt of cum shot out, and before I could react—
“Ah—! Fuck, it burns—stop, you crazy—ahh!”
—it splattered directly onto my eye.
The scalding heat made tears stream down instantly.
I thrashed, trying to escape, but Taewon gripped my face harder, forcing me to take it.
Then, he pressed his fingers near my eyelids, prying them open wider.
“Now our Yeonwoo’s taking cock with his eyes too? Greedy little pig, aren’t you? Huh?”
Through the searing pain, I barely registered Lee Dohoon’s laughter.
“Should we give him a full cum shower while we’re at it?”
“Hng—fuck, Taewon, stop—ahh!”
Still writhing from the burning in my eye, I could hardly focus on Dohoon’s words.
“Why are you ignoring me? When I ask you something, you answer nicely, got it? Yeonwoo.”
His voice, playful just moments ago, turned icy.
The instant I noticed, a sharp pain shot through my nipple—Dohoon had grabbed the piercing there and yanked.
“You need me to rip these off before you behave? Is that it, Yeonwoo?”
As if he didn’t care if they tore, Dohoon kept pulling, twisting, then releasing—over and over.
“Ah—! Hah, stop—!”
“Answer me. You want a cum shower?”
“Hng—y-yes—ah!”
“Say it clearly so I understand.”
“Fuck—do whatever—ahh, you bastard—hah!”
Only after my strained reply did Dohoon finally let go, satisfied.
Then, without pause, he rubbed his cock over my swollen, abused nipple—just as feverish as the others.
Soon, Shin Heesung joined in, and before long, every inch of me was filled, rubbed raw, and utterly wrecked by their cocks.
And like that—tortured, used, and stuffed full—I finally passed out, overwhelmed by a twisted mix of pain and satisfaction.
“Why the hell is that pig bastard screeching first thing in the morning? So damn annoying.”
Kang Taewon scowled as he glared up at the Center building—more grandiose than any other structure around.
The reason for his foul mood this early was simple: the Center Director had summoned him.
No explanation, no details—just a vague “I need to see you.”
As if that was enough.
Lately, there hadn’t been any Gates breaking open, and things had been unusually quiet.
So quiet that even Special Management Team 1, which Taewon was part of, had been lazing around with nothing to do.
Most of them rarely left the mansion, and Taewon, in particular, had practically been living in the bunker.
The reason was obvious—he was too busy tormenting Go Yeonwoo, the boy he had locked up down there, to care about anything else.
“Fucking Center. Fucking Director bastard.”
The government was already annoying enough for pushing that absurd bill and forcing all ability-users to register at the Center, but Director Koo Hyukjun was on another level.
Taewon hated how his own status was tied to this damn place, and the Director’s antics never failed to piss him off.
Whether here or abroad, once someone awakened an ability, they had to register at their country’s designated Center.
Fail to report within the timeframe, and you’d be labeled an illegal awakener—jailed, or worse, killed.
Even in a world where nations couldn’t function without ability-users, the system was still full of absurdities.
Though, admittedly, the higher your ability rank, the better the treatment—classified as a rare resource, showered with privileges and wealth.
“Wish he’d just drop dead already. Of course, greedy bastards like him always live the longest.”
“Who are you muttering to, Taewon? Need me to give you something to do?”
Just then, Lee Dohoon appeared behind the irritated Taewon.
Unlike Taewon, who had been dragged out of the mansion, Dohoon had been out on a brief trip when the Director’s summons reached him.
“What, the pig called you too?”
“Perfect timing, right? Just when I step out, our beloved Director decides to summon us. How thoughtful of him.”
Dohoon’s tone was smooth, but his words dripped with sarcasm.
“Since when has that bastard ever been normal? Looks like shit, acts like shit—what else is new?”
Taewon kept grumbling as they passed through the Center’s main gate—or at least, he would have, if not for the sudden tremor under his feet.
He froze, then immediately turned to Dohoon.
“You feel that?”
“Yeah. Definitely.”
“Close by?”
“No, farther out.”
“Outskirts of Seoul?”
“No. Lower regions. The range is pretty wide.”
There was a reason Taewon asked Dohoon first instead of the Center’s Gate Monitoring Division.
Dohoon’s sensory abilities surpassed most other espers—not as strong as Lee Hyunjae, the security chief, but still sharp enough to detect Gates forming even at extreme distances.
“At this scale, it’s gotta be a Red Gate. Ugh, fuck. What a pain…”
Taewon clicked his tongue in irritation.
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