Generally speaking, one would think he’d be most at odds with Park Jaerim, but there were actually far more aspects that didn’t mesh with Seok Kiwoo.
Han Jihyuk stepped into the elevator with a blank expression.
Seok Kiwoo, standing in the corner, stared intently at Han Jihyuk—to a degree that anyone else would have considered rude.
Han Jihyuk didn’t even want to exchange words with Seok Kiwoo.
If it weren’t for Go Yeonwoo, he would have killed him long ago.
With his composure already near rock bottom, clashing with Seok Kiwoo now would only serve as giving a hint to Koo Hyukjun.
At that moment, as Han Jihyuk waited for the elevator to reach the basement floor, an irritating voice reached his ears.
“The pet rabbit I raise at home ran away from home.”
That absurd remark struck Han Jihyuk in a completely different sense.
“How can I find it?”
“…….”
“Will it come back if I wait?”
There was no way he didn’t know who the “rabbit” Seok Kiwoo was referring to was.
Every single word Seok Kiwoo uttered grated on Han Jihyuk.
In the first place, that “rabbit” had never run away from home.
It had belonged to him from the very start.
“Go spout your bullshit to Park Jaerim. Stop making a racket.”
Han Jihyuk’s cool gaze turned toward Seok Kiwoo.
Seok Kiwoo remained unfazed by Han Jihyuk’s glare. Instead, the corners of his eyes curved slightly.
That strange smile twisted Han Jihyuk’s temper even further.
A thought even crossed his mind that he might end up using his ability at this rate.
Just as Han Jihyuk’s patience reached its breaking point, the announcement chime chimed, indicating they had arrived at the basement floor.
Finally, the elevator doors opened, and as Han Jihyuk stretched his foot outward, a voice so quiet it could only be heard by Han Jihyuk whispered in his ear.
“Keep a tight grip on my rabbit’s leash. Don’t let go.”
“…….”
“Ah, but it might already be broken, though.”
Thud.
At that instant, Han Jihyuk’s eyes flashed, but the elevator doors had already closed behind him.
Han Jihyuk stood frozen in place.
His mood was so damn foul he couldn’t stand it, yet strangely, he couldn’t even budge.
Seok Kiwoo’s nonsense weighed heavy on his ankles.
Han Jihyuk’s gaze, standing there without even drawing a breath, drifted downward.
His empty palm caught his eye.
Seeing that, for some reason, he couldn’t hold it in any longer.
A cold fury took absolute control over Han Jihyuk’s entire body.
Soon, Han Jihyuk clenched his fists tight.
The digging nails pierced into his skin, drawing blood, but Han Jihyuk paid it no mind.
Only after a single drop of blood finally fell onto the floor did Han Jihyuk finally move his feet.
Heading toward the place where the target to unleash this fury awaited.
The sunken consciousness suddenly snapped wide awake.
He had felt like he could sleep a bit more, but he had no idea why he suddenly snapped to life.
For some reason, not wanting to open his eyes, he stayed completely still.
A strange sense of anticipation hung in the air, the kind of feeling that something was about to happen.
‘Could it be that?’
Just as that vague thought crossed his mind, a familiar presence began to make itself felt.
Except this time, unlike usual, it was a presence so violently untamed it defied description.
Bang!
Before long, the sound of a bedroom door being violently flung open rang out.
He could feel a furious, bristling energy rushing toward him, one sharp enough to make every hair on his body stand on end.
“Gack……!”
Prompted by the immediate pressure, he opened his eyes, pretending to have just woken up from sleep.
Han Jihyuk was right above him, choking him by the neck.
And with a terribly strong grip at that.
Seeing Han Jihyuk’s cold face, consumed by fury, a wave of ecstasy washed over him.
And instinctively, he realized that this time, it was Han Jihyuk’s turn.
After mingling bodies at the gate with both Park Jaerim and Seok Kiwoo.
Kang Taewon, Shin Heesung, and Lee Dohoon had each already cracked the fissure open with their own hands once.
The three of them had already stepped on their own accord into a stage where their relationship with him could no longer be repaired.
In truth, compared to those three, Han Jihyuk was running a bit late.
That meant he had tried that hard to maintain his reason, but he also knew he was reaching his limit.
For Han Jihyuk to have returned in this state meant something had happened outside.
Like clashing with Park Jaerim and Seok Kiwoo, for instance.
“Damn it, why are you doing thi—gack……!”
Han Jihyuk, looking down at him struggling for air with his mouth agape, poured even more strength into his grip.
At the same time, using his other hand, he grabbed his trousers and ripped them apart in one go.
Pulling apart his legs, which had instantly been left bare, Han Jihyuk violently jammed his fingers straight into the hole.
His fingers roamed here and there along the inner walls as if checking something before pulling out sharply.
When he barely lowered his gaze to the heat reaching just above the entrance, Han Jihyuk’s massive manhood came into view.
Erected far more hideously than usual, the member didn’t even look like something belonging to a human.
Still gripping his neck tightly, Han Jihyuk shoved his cock directly into the hole.
Thud!
The mercilessly driven-in organ passed through the entrance of the colon in a single stroke.
The narrow, winding colon filled to the brim with Han Jihyuk’s member.
Even though he hadn’t even ejaculated yet, it felt as though his stomach was going to burst.
“Hk-up, ah……!”
With his airway cut off, his internal organs were squeezed tightly together.
It felt as if Han Jihyuk’s cock was going to punch right through his belly skin.
The agonizing pain was that severe.
It was so intensely violent that his previous rounds of pounding felt like nothing at all.
The pressure, making it feel as though his guts were being crushed, made his whole body tremble violently.
His curled-up toes refused to straighten out.
Looking up at Han Jihyuk’s face glaring down from above, he felt certain.
He was certain that Han Jihyuk would do things far worse than Lee Dohoon, who had repeatedly broken his ankles.
Anyone else would have been terrified, but he felt a sense of anticipation instead.
It felt almost as though his heart were racing.
Even if Han Jihyuk inflicted pain beyond what his physical body could endure, it would be enough to simply dull his sense of touch.
He had done the exact same thing when Lee Dohoon had continuously snapped his ankles.
Even if he could accept any amount of pain mentally without a problem, his physical body had limits to what it could tolerate.
That applied to anyone.
No matter how much he enjoyed it mentally, it was useless if his physical body couldn’t accept it.
Especially in a situation like this, wouldn’t passing out just mean missing out on the good show?
He didn’t want to miss the sight of Han Jihyuk throwing himself headfirst into the thorny briars.
He wanted to take it all in with his eyes without missing a single fraction.
He had come this far for this very reason, so how could he possibly let it go?
He looked up at Han Jihyuk with eyes blended with pain and pleasure.
