“Why did your path have to intersect with my line under such unfortunate metrics, Yuan? Did you truly operate under the delusion that escaping to the lower terrestrial plane would grant you safety from your parameters?”
Yoon Seoho dropped the highly anomalous, textually cryptic data lines into the room without a single care.
To see a high-ranking, majestic divinity who had explicitly descended from a higher celestial plane out of pure, foolish pity to preserve the lives of ordinary terrestrial civilians—now reduced to a weeping, hyper-ventilated mess beneath his S-rank fists—triggered a savage, taboo-breaking hunger for total conquest within his core.
The realization crystallized perfectly: the parasites inhabiting this world were entirely repulsive.
The singular entity in the universe capable of satisfying his core metrics was the broken prize pinned to the wood before him.
“Seo Yuan. Yuan.”
Yoon Seoho tracked the boy’s frame with eyes that were entirely intoxicated with a layer of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
The ungraceful, face-down posture, the completely ruined, tear-stained visage, the heavily swollen, deeply bruised buttocks—every single data point presented an absolute vision of loveliness.
“Ah…… so this is the explicit biological sensory feedback of being alive. Fascinating…….”
Murmuring the internal calculus under his breath, he kept his eyes locked on the weeping, exhausted target as his long fingers manually pried open the line between his buttocks.
Due to the intense physical trauma inflicted upon the surrounding tissue, his hidden, tightly sealed private entrance was already heavily lubricated—slick with an abundance of natural moisture that had begun to pool outward.
Tracing his finger through the clear, viscous fluid, Yoon Seoho dropped a verbal payload that caused the boy’s entire consciousness to freeze in terror.
“Brother is going to give your whore’s cunt a thorough spanking until it swells up just as plump and beautiful as your bottom, Yuan. Doesn’t that sound like an optimized arrangement?”
“N-No…… please, no…… I hate it…… stop……!”
“I knew the baseline parameters would align perfectly with your hidden desires. Excellent. Let us initialize the sequence immediately.”
Flatly erasing the boy’s desperate protests from the equation, Yoon Seoho hoisted his palm high into the air above the exposed, pulsing opening—and brought it down with an absolute, thunderous impact.
‘SLAP!’
“……H-HAAAAGHK!”
The violent friction of his palm instantly atomized the clear fluid, sending tiny droplets spraying across the dark wood.
The sheer, localized agony hitting his most sensitive nerve endings caused Seo Yuan to violently convulse across the table, his spine arching into a near-fatal line as a fractured, guttural shriek tore from his throat.
His tongue snapped past his lips, his limbs shaking with a fierce, spastic tremor as his nervous system buckled under the kinetic payload.
The shock hitting the entrance was astronomically more severe than the spanking applied to his buttocks.
“Why are your metrics leaking this much fluid, Yuan? You’ve completely splattered my hand.”
“Heugh…… h-haa…….”
“Refrain from executing such a vulgar display, darling,” Yoon Seoho murmured, administering a cold reprimand while his eyes methodically scanned the status of the opening.
The tight entrance was violently twitching—spasmodically contracting and dilating in an automatic defensive response—the delicate tissue already flushed with a brilliant, angry crimson hue.
The faint, pale outline of his fingers was already beginning to form across the sensitive skin, creating a visual display that was so intensely provocative it shattered his baseline self-control.
A severe, burning thirst clawed at Yoon Seoho’s throat, prompting him to slowly slide his tongue across his lower lip.
His own underwear was already thoroughly soaked with an abundance of pre-ejaculate.
‘My independent endurance metrics are approaching a terminal threshold.’
Clicking his tongue internally at his own lack of restraint, Yoon Seoho decided to accelerate the velocity of the protocol to achieve immediate resolution.
His hand sliced through the air once more.
‘SMACK!’
The heavy palm mercilessly hammered the pulsing opening with zero cool-down.
“AHHGHK!”
Another fractured scream detonated from the boy’s throat, his lower hips swinging erratically across the table in a desperate, blind attempt to dodge the oncoming kinetic path.
The surrounding tissue was burning with a raw, agonizing heat that left him completely paralyzed.
Paying absolutely zero heed to the physical distress, Yoon Seoho dropped his palm a third time, the wet impact causing his skin to stick to the lubricated surface for a fraction of a second before breaking away with a thick, sticky sound.
The clear fluid stretched into fine threads before snapping, spraying randomly across his clothes.
Yet, while the boy’s vocal cords were screaming in absolute agony, the physiological data lines originating from his private opening told an entirely alternate story.
Instead of locking down completely, the highly responsive entrance was continuously twitching and pulsing—inviting further intrusion as it repeatedly blossomed open to reveal the rich, deep-crimson folds of his inner mucous walls.
The vivid red tissue looked remarkably enticing.
‘It is the literal manifestation of the forbidden fruit.’
Wetting his dry lips a second time, Yoon Seoho let out a subtle, highly controlled breath.
His own respiratory patterns had become significantly fractured, his chest heaving under the sheer weight of his arousal.
He was maintaining an outer mask of serene, clinical detachment purely to maximize the psychological torment inflicted upon his prize.
He was entirely aware that this entire sequence was nothing more than an unhinged, violent venting of his internal frustration.
But what did that matter?
He possessed an absolute zero capacity for guilt or moral remorse.
The original catalyst had been entirely simple: a common domestic parasite had failed to manage the inventory, requiring immediate execution.
Seo Yuan had chosen to breach protocol by physically inserting himself into the line of fire—going so far as to put his own hands on a piece of trash to shield it.
That was the singular action that had broken the boundary.
“That is precisely why I warned you to refrain from intervening when a common insect undergoes termination, darling.”
“Heugh…… h-haa…….”
“The liability rests entirely on your shoulders. I am merely administering the appropriate regulatory penalty for your breach, so why must you weep with this level of profound sorrow, hm?”
Yoon Seoho calibrated his vocal cords to project an incredibly soft, comforting melody, as if he were soothing a frightened toddler.
Hearing that familiar, gentle frequency return, Seo Yuan’s frame stiffened with a sudden flash of hope.
Forcing his tear-blinded eyes to blink through the fluid, he painfully turned his chin over his shoulder, trying to lock eyes with his captor.
Seeing the desperate, pathetic effort, a dark, incredibly sharp grin carved its way across Yoon Seoho’s features.
“Why are you looking at me like that, Yuan? My internal irritation has failed to achieve resolution.”
Because the boy was a freshly manifested, structurally naive entity who had spent zero meaningful time on this terrestrial plane, he operated under the childish assumption that a soft tone of voice indicated an immediate ceasefire.
It was an incredibly pure, dangerously innocent psychological configuration.
Yoon Seoho looked down at him with an expression of absolute, adoring infatuation.
“Your absolute lack of intellectual capacity is precisely what makes your vessel so intensely valuable to my grid. You are remarkably precious, yes.”
Though his eyes were curved into a warm, crinkled smile, his S-rank palm moved with independent, lethal velocity—brutally slamming straight down onto the pulsing entrance once more.
“H-HAAAAAGHK!”
