Content Warning: This chapter contains depictions of graphic violence, explicit sexual acts, non-consensual themes, and severe physical trauma.
Watching the boy slip completely into unconsciousness, Yoon Seoho stared down at the limp body, feeling a deep wave of proud satisfaction swell in his chest.
Seeing the boy completely broken and ruined by what he had just done made him feel intensely pleased.
A wide smile spread across his face as he stood completely still, enjoying the lingering feelings after the release.
Looking down, his eyes locked onto Seo Yuan’s lower belly.
Because of the huge amount of thick fluid that had been pumped deep inside him, the boy’s lower stomach was noticeably pushed out, forming a round, swollen shape against his skin.
Reaching down, Yoon Seoho pressed his large hand gently against the full, tight curve of the belly.
“Oh dear. Look at how beautifully our precious Yuan has been filled.”
Speaking to the unconscious body with a soft, sweet tenderness—as if a real baby had been successfully made inside him—he slowly stroked the rounded belly.
Then, leaning down, he whispered a cruel threat right against the boy’s skin.
“Since you are full, it is time to clear you out.”
The very second the words left his mouth, Yoon Seoho clamped both of his large hands around the sides of the boy’s swollen stomach, pressing down hard with all of his strength.
He squeezed the filled belly with a crushing, iron grip.
“H-HAAAAAAAH!”
Even through the heavy fog of unconsciousness, the brutal pressure forced a final, sharp scream from the boy’s lungs.
With his thick shaft still blocking the deep opening, the huge pressure on his stomach forced all the fluid, natural juices, and moisture to shoot forcefully back out from the entrance, spraying into the air like an obscene fountain.
Yoon Seoho kept his eyes wide open, watching every single second of the messy display.
Even though his own face, throat, and chest were covered in the sticky white spray, he did not care at all.
Instead, his eyes crinkled into happy lines of wild joy, completely thrilled by how totally his toy had submitted to him.
Once he could see that every single drop had been pushed out from the inside, he finally let go of the boy’s stomach.
“Everything has been cleared out. Splendidly done, Yuan.”
Yoon Seoho gave a casual pat to the ruined, bruised skin of the boy’s buttocks—while the target remained deeply passed out from the intense physical shock.
He looked down at the pale doll with a gaze of complete satisfaction.
Instead of seeing the messy, fluid-soaked scene as gross or dirty, his mind thought it looked remarkably beautiful and very arousing.
Giving the bruised flesh two more light pats, he slowly and carefully pulled his damp shaft out.
The moment it slid free, the last bits of fluid slowly dripped down the boy’s thighs, and the raw, red opening twitched a few times before slowly closing up.
“Let us go to the main bedroom so you can rest your body, darling.”
Even though he knew the boy was completely blacked out and could not hear a word, Yoon Seoho kept talking in a cheerful, conversational tone.
Reaching out, his fingers unbuckled the heavy leather strap around the boy’s wrists, then gently stroked his thumbs over his face, closing the eyelids over his blank white eyes.
Lifting the completely limp, exhausted body off the stained wood of the dining table, he pulled his prize securely against his chest, holding him with great care.
The sight of his completely ruined, fluid-covered possession brought deep joy to his core.
Humming a light, pleasant tune under his breath, he turned around and walked smoothly toward the master bedroom.
“Ah. That is right.”
Right as he was crossing the doorway, his face changed when a small reminder popped up in his memory, making his boots stop dead on the floor tiles.
In that exact second, the brainwashed assistant—who had been standing quietly by the kitchen counter—suddenly raised his own hands and wrapped them violently around his own throat in a tight grip.
He squeezed with all his might, the veins bulging against his skin as he choked off his own air.
With a sharp, sickening crack, the assistant’s neck broke, and his body instantly went limp, collapsing backward onto the floor like a puppet with its strings cut.
‘THUD.’
Leaving the freshly broken corpse of the helper cooling on the kitchen floor without a single glance back, Yoon Seoho kept a calm, peaceful expression—tenderly holding the unconscious Seo Yuan against his chest like a precious child as he walked away into the dark shadows of the master bedroom.
Gi Junghyuk stood still near the mouth of the alley, pulling his baseball cap low over his brow to hide his face.
His appearance was strange.
If someone tried to scan his shape in a crowded street, their vision would fail—the lines of his face looking strangely blurry and watery.
This was because of a strong stealth drug he had taken that morning, a special mix designed to blur a person’s face for a full twenty-four hours.
Hiding behind the plain, safe look of an ordinary young man, he waited for his target.
More specifically, he was waiting for the main transport worker assigned to the Exalted Church.
“……Hey. Are you sure that just watching doesn’t require any sort of initiation?”
“I have already gone over the data with you multiple times, you idiot. How the Exalted Church works is totally different from those standard, low-level extremist groups.”
“How can we be sure about that? Don’t all religious fronts use the same trick scripts during the recruitment phase?”
“The info is verified, you coward. If your stress levels are hitting the red zone, wipe your tracks and go home.”
Gi Junghyuk shifted his gaze, watching the frantic arguing of the nearby men with a cold, uncaring stare.
The narrow alleyway had about five or six other people in it besides him—a small group of test subjects who had gathered at the spot just to watch the Exalted Church’s central gathering.
Their reasons for being there varied: some were just mildly curious, while others were desperate, holding onto the cult as a last, sad safety line.
Even at this exact moment in time, Gi Junghyuk still could not make sense of his own actions.
