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Finally, through the slightly opened bag, Han Yeonwoo’s crumpled body came into view.
Han Jihyuk carelessly yanked Yeonwoo out by his torso and flung him onto the floor like discarded trash.
As Yeonwoo lay sprawled inelegantly on the ground, letting out low, pained groans, Kang Taewon, Shin Heesung, and Lee Dohoon—now freed from their restraints—lunged at him like wild beasts.
“……Dohoon!”
No—just as they were about to pounce, Yeonwoo moved first.
Ignoring Taewon and Heesung entirely, he desperately called out Dohoon’s name and threw himself into his arms.
For a moment, Taewon and Heesung could only stare blankly at Yehwou clinging to Dohoon, their feral expressions vanishing as if struck by shock.
Behind them, Jihyuk glared at Dohoon holding Yeonwoo with murderous intensity—though Dohoon remained completely unaware.
“Ha. Why’d you come running to me so desperately, huh? Yeonwoo. Were you worried about me?”
Dohoon looked down at Yeonwoo, who was still clinging to him and guiding him, and smiled with satisfaction.
He brushed his fingers over Yeonwoo’s damp forehead, slick with sweat.
Dohoon felt more indulgent than ever as he regarded Yeonwoo.
Like a well-fed beast, he exhaled lazily, savoring the prey that had willingly come to him.
Every ounce of pain that had wracked his body was being swept away like a storm.
The violent energy that had raged inside him was gradually calming, as if it had never existed.
Dohoon tightened his arms around Yeonwoo’s body, which felt unbearably sweet right now.
He could feel the firm, beautifully sculpted muscles beneath his skin.
Though he disliked how Yeonwoo’s body was already slick with another man’s come, it still pleased him.
Even after being fucked by Jihyuk, Yeonwoo was acting like Dohoon was the only one who mattered.
Didn’t he think only of me, even while greedily taking Jihyuk’s cock into that filthy hole?
“Were you scared something would happen to me, Yeonwoo?”
“Hng… Yeah…”
Dohoon buried his face against Yeonwoo’s shoulder as the younger man continued pouring his guiding energy into him.
The sweet scent of his skin flooded his senses.
Sliding a hand down, Dohoon rubbed his fingers over the wet, dripping entrance, already soaked with come.
He pushed two fingers inside, spreading them apart forcefully.
Squelch.
The stretched hole eagerly swallowed his fingers, welcoming the intrusion.
“Did you like it when Jihyuk filled you up with his come? Why are you still dripping like this? Disgusting.”
Even though his mood was already soaring, Dohoon feigned annoyance, chastising Yeonwoo.
He pulled Yeonwoo’s trembling body closer and lifted his gaze.
Taewon and Heesung still stood frozen, as if in shock.
Dohoon smirked slightly, then lazily swept his eyes over Jihyuk, who was watching with a gaze as sharp as a blade.
Unlike the other two, who stared at Yeonwoo with dumbfounded expressions, Jihyuk’s glare was piercing—cold as frost, stabbing into his skin like a needle.
“Haah…”
Ah, this feeling is intoxicating. Dohoon was lost in euphoria.
He let his gaze drift away from them, focusing instead on Yeonwoo, who still acted like he was the only one that mattered.
He had taken Yeonwoo’s guiding energy countless times before, buried deep inside that tight hole, so he thought he was used to it by now.
But that was arrogance.
The sheer, overwhelming force of it made Yeonwoo feel like something beyond human.
The guiding energy surged through him like a storm, filling every part of his body.
Despite the harsh backlash, his body greedily devoured it, as if still starving.
For a moment, the monster inside him—on the verge of breaking free—flashed before his eyes, licking its lips in hunger.
If Yeonwoo had arrived just a little later, I might have taken over completely.
But the opportunity was already lost—because of the very person now in front of him.
Dohoon pulled his fingers out and shoved Yeonwoo backward, letting him fall.
He even remembered to cushion Yeonwoo’s head before it hit the floor—an uncharacteristic act of care.
He didn’t know how long this indulgent mood would last, but at least for today, he’d let it stay.
With a pleased expression, Dohoon spread Yeonwoo’s legs apart.
Despite the obstruction in his urethra, his soaked genitals and the even wetter hole beneath were fully exposed.
Even after deliberately stretching it open, the constant spill of come irritated him.
“Yeonwoo, just how much did you want to be filled, huh? Look at this—your stomach’s still swollen. Like you’re fucking pregnant.”
Yeonwoo’s belly, noticeably distended, rose and fell with each breath.
Dohoon pressed his palm down hard.
“Ah—hng! Ah, s-stop!”
“Yeah, I want it to hurt. Our Yeonwoo’s getting a little less stupid, huh? Good boy.”
With that, Dohoon yanked his pants down and lined himself up against that twitching, dripping entrance.
Though the pain had dulled somewhat, it still wasn’t enough.
Guiding energy was flooding in overwhelmingly, but Lee Dohoon wanted something else.
What he truly craved was the thick, viscous guiding that surged in every time he thrust his cock into that wickedly writhing hole.
“Yeonwoo, can you lift your legs for me?”
“Hng….”
When Go Yeonwoo shook his head, Lee Dohoon gripped his chest hard, forcing out a pained whimper.
“Look at my levels. I’m still far from stabilizing. If you don’t cooperate, how am I supposed to recover?”
Dohoon whispered, shoving the mechanical device on his wrist in Yeonwoo’s face.
Watching those dark, trembling pupils, he curled his lips into a sly smirk.
Dazed for a moment, Yeonwoo slowly grabbed his own legs and lifted his hips.
Seizing the chance, Dohoon slammed his cock in all at once.
Squelch!
With a sound like flesh tearing apart, his length buried itself deep inside Yeonwoo’s ass.
“Hhng—!”
The loud, shuddering moan snapped Shin Heesung and Kang Taewon back to their senses, and they lunged at Yeonwoo.
“You fucking bitch—!”
“Mine… he’s mine, why… why…?”
Neither was in their right mind.
Clinging to Yeonwoo’s body, they poured out their rage in their own ways.
Taewon, eyes bloodshot, wrapped his hands around Yeonwoo’s throat and squeezed.
Watching him choke, Taewon snarled like a wild beast.
“How dare you choose that bastard over me?! Who the fuck do you think you are, huh?! You fucking—!”
“Taewon, you’re distracting our Yeonwoo. Why are you acting like a rabid dog? Have some fucking decency.”
Dohoon tsked, clicking his tongue loudly in disapproval.
Thrust, thrust!
But he didn’t stop fucking him. It was intoxicating—even as Yeonwoo choked, his gaze stayed fixed on Dohoon, not Taewon.
“See? He only has eyes for me. You’re nothing to him.”
“Shut the fuck up! I’ll kill you—!”
“Ah, I’m feeling generous today, so I’ll let that slide. But hey, Yeonwoo’s mouth looks lonely. Why don’t you give him your cock? You’re desperate, aren’t you?”
The moment Yeonwoo had arrived, the guiding radiation had already begun.
All four of them were drenched in his energy, their bodies soaking it in greedily.
But it was obvious—Dohoon was drawing more of it.
The imbalance was painfully clear in their eyes.
“Kgh—! Hk—! Ugh…!”
“…Should’ve broken him sooner.”
As Yeonwoo gasped for air, Shin Heesung muttered darkly.
His slender fingers tightened around Yeonwoo’s ankle, applying slow, deliberate pressure.
If he had just shattered this ankle earlier—if he had crippled him completely—none of this would’ve happened.
Yeonwoo wouldn’t have dared abandon him for Dohoon.
Crack.
Yeonwoo’s ankle began twisting unnaturally.
He screamed, thrashing, but it was useless.
“Ah—! S-Stop! Agh—!”
“Heesung, don’t go too far. Yeonwoo came all this way, even pissing himself to guide us. Show some gratitude.”
“…You’re mine, Yeonwoo. You can’t do this. Why…?”
As if not hearing Dohoon, Heesung kept muttering, his grip unrelenting.
The half-twisted ankle was already swollen red.
“Kgh—! Hk—! Aah—!”
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