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As he pinned me down and fucked into me ruthlessly, my cum-stuffed stomach protested silently.
His cock battered my insides without mercy, and for a second, nausea surged up my throat.
“Ugh—hk—!”
Han Jihyuk, still watching me keenly, sealed his lips over mine again.
The rising bile was forced back down.
The fact that he was being this attentive—when before, he wouldn’t have cared—sent a rush of satisfaction through me.
This was beyond progress.
From kissing me without hesitation to monitoring my condition this closely—it was a drastic change.
Of course, the others were the same.
Each acted according to their nature, but their constant vigilance over me was both amusing and deeply gratifying.
Click.
Over Han Jihyuk’s shoulder—whose tongue was sweetly lapping at mine—the door suddenly swung open.
The person who stepped inside was none other than Shin Heesung, holding a tray in his hands.
He walked right up to the bed where Jihyuk and I were tangled together and stared straight at us.
Or rather, at me—being shaken by Jihyuk’s relentless thrusting.
There was no mistaking the meaning behind that gaze.
It was possessive, displeased—the look of a man watching what was his suck someone else’s cock instead.
“…You’re supposed to be eating from my dick.”
With those words, Heesung set the tray down on the table and lifted a bowl from it.
Inside was the porridge he intended to feed me.
“You’re going to eat. Open your damn mouth.”
Holding the bowl and spoon, Heesung glared at Jihyuk.
His slow, deliberate tone hadn’t changed, but his eyes were sharp enough to cut.
When Jihyuk ignored him completely and kept kissing me, Heesung nearly flung the bowl aside and reached out.
“Ah—!”
His hand clamped around my shoulder, and in one swift motion, he yanked me out of Jihyuk’s grip and lifted me up.
Cradling me against his chest like some precious treasure, Heesung headed straight for the door. Behind us, an exasperated sigh echoed.
“…Tch.”
Jihyuk’s cold stare bore into Heesung’s back, but as usual, Heesung paid him no mind.
Ever since the Red Gate incident, the tension between them had been thick—and right now was no exception.
Heesung carried me all the way to the dining table and sat down, settling me onto his lap before pulling a pot of food toward us.
“You’re eating more today than yesterday. Go Yeonwoo, you’ve lost weight.”
Lately, Heesung had become obsessive about my meals.
If I ate even a little less than usual, his eyes would darken, and he’d force-feed me without hesitation.
Of course, I had no intention of humoring him.
The more I refused, the more unhinged he’d get—exactly what I wanted.
I turned my head away, rejecting the spoon he pushed toward me.
Behind me, his breathing grew uneven.
This time, Heesung tapped the spoon against my lips, but I kept my mouth firmly shut.
“Eat.”
“No.”
“…Why?”
“I just don’t want to, okay?!”
When I snapped and twisted away, Heesung set the spoon down.
Then, without warning, he grabbed my face and forced me to look at him.
“Why? You’re mine. So you have to eat.”
It was pure nonsense, no matter how you looked at it.
Staring into his eyes from inches away, I scoffed.
“I’m not eating, you fucking mutt.”
Heesung blinked at me slowly, tilting his head.
Then, out of nowhere—
“Woof.”
“…What the hell? Are you insane?”
“You called me a mutt. So I barked.”
He blinked again, as if confused.
What’s the problem? his expression seemed to say.
“…You’re deranged.”
“If I keep barking, will you eat?”
“I said no! How many times do I have to—?”
“Why?”
“Ugh, fuck!”
Frustrated, I smacked the spoon out of his hand, sending it clattering to the floor.
A heavy silence fell—
“Ngh—! What the— Ugh—!”
Just as I’d hoped, Heesung flipped me onto the table, forcing my head back and shoving two fingers into my mouth.
“Ghk—! Ugh—!”
“If your throat’s too tight to eat, we’ll stretch it. Yeah, that’s right.”
Muttering to himself, he pushed his fingers deeper, all the way to the back of my throat.
I gagged violently, but he showed no mercy, fucking my mouth with his fingers like he was punishing me.
Drool spilled from my stretched lips, dripping down my chin.
“Hng—! Ghk—!”
“That’s enough, Shin Heesung.”
Just as I went limp from the torment, Han Jihyuk—who had stepped out of the room at some point—grabbed Heesung’s arm.
“…Let go. I’m widening my slut’s throat.”
“I said stop this pointless bullshit.”
“No. He’s mine…”
Heesung’s violet eyes flashed as he shook Jihyuk off.
But when Jihyuk seized his arm again, glaring, sparks crackled around Heesung’s body—a sign he was about to use his ability.
Amused, Jihyuk smirked.
The standoff between them was tense, neither willing to back down.
I watched with morbid fascination.
‘If only I had popcorn, this would be perfect.’
Just as I licked my lips in anticipation, the distant sound of a door slamming open echoed through the house.
I didn’t even need to look to know who it was.
“The fuck is this circus now?”
Sure enough, Kang Taewon appeared, scowling at the scene in the kitchen.
He stormed forward, stopping right beside the table where I was pinned under Heesung, still coughing.
“I was already in a shit mood, but you just had to act like a lunatic, huh, Shin Heesung?”
“He won’t eat, so I’m stretching his throat.”
“What the hell is this bastard even saying? Are you out of your mind?”
“Yes.”
Completely deadpan, Heesung nodded—then shoved his fingers back into my throat, spreading them wide.
“Kgh—! Hck—!”
“Why the hell are you throwing a tantrum?”
This time, Taewon grabbed Heesung by the shoulder, visibly irritated.
His eyes burned with fury, but Heesung ignored him like always.
“Are you deaf?!”
“Go Yeonwoo needs to eat.”
“The fuck does that have to do with this?!”
“If he doesn’t eat, my slut will hurt.”
“Goddamn it.”
Taewon gritted his teeth before rounding on me, his temper flaring.
“You little bitch, if someone feeds you, you eat properly. You want to die or something? Huh?”
“Ngh—! Ugh—!”
Even as I choked on Heesung’s fingers, I glared at Taewon with everything I had.
My defiance only pissed him off more.
“Oh, you really need your ass beat, don’t you?”
Kang Taewon raised his hand, poised to strike my cheek.
I almost welcomed the hit in this state, but unfortunately, Shin Heesung caught his wrist and stopped him.
“He’s mine. Don’t touch him.”
“You keep saying ‘mine, mine’—you realize how fucking annoying that sounds, right, Shin Heesung? Since when is Go Yeonwoo yours, huh, you bastard?”
“He’s mine.”
“Cut the bullshit and pull your fingers back. Unless you want me to slice them off.”
“No.”
I could see Taewon’s face flushing red in real time.
Honestly, I was impressed he’d held back this long.
But finally, he snapped, hurling a blast of fire straight at Heesung.
Still holding me, Heesung dodged swiftly before glaring back.
“Kang Taewon, you’ll pay if my toy gets burned.”
“That’s why I told you to back off, you fucking bastard.”
“Both of you, stop.”
“God, your mouth is disgusting. No wonder Lee Dohoon can’t stand you.”
“You little—!”
As the two showed no signs of stopping, Han Jihyuk’s eyebrow twitched.
His face remained expressionless, but the irritation was unmistakable.
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