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Taewon strangling him, Heesung breaking his ankle, Dohoon ruthlessly pounding into his guts—none of them were sane.
Some driven by rage, others by twisted pleasure, they all violently poured their emotions into Yeonwoo.
Watching the chaotic scene with cold detachment, Han Jihyuk stepped forward.
Even as Yeonwoo screamed in agony, he didn’t flinch.
His gaze was that of a judge sentencing a criminal—as if this suffering was only natural.
Slowly, he approached. He, too, had punishment to deliver.
Standing over Yeonwoo’s tear-streaked face, Jihyuk unclenched his fist, revealing a palm bloodied from how tightly he’d been gripping it.
Smearing the red across Yeonwoo’s cheek, he shoved his cock between those trembling, parted lips.
Gag!
“Fuck, can’t you just die already?!”
Taewon snarled, still choking him, but Jihyuk ignored him.
He only thrust deeper, stuffing Yeonwoo’s throat until his lips disappeared into dark curls.
Schlk—! Glrk—!
Strangled and impaled at both ends, Yeonwoo’s eyes rolled back, whites fully exposed.
His body convulsed, gagging violently as he trembled.
“Ugh—! Gk—!”
And just then—
Snap.
Heesung finally finished twisting his ankle.
Squelch.
Water began gushing from Go Yeonwoo’s cock, still plugged with a stopper.
It surged out with such force that the stopper was ejected, clattering onto the floor.
“Ha….”
“Fucking insane, goddamn….”
The men, who had been pouring out violent rage and twisted pleasure just moments ago, froze as if struck dumb by the obscene spectacle before them.
The liquid burst forth like a fountain, leaving them momentarily stunned.
Han Jihyuk was the first to snap out of it—mostly because the throat clinging to his dick trembled violently.
Even though he had already come once inside that tight heat, the pressure was building again, fast.
“Hah.”
Exhaling roughly, Han Jihyuk looked down at Go Yeonwoo, a mess of tears.
Shin Heesung had shattered his ankle, leaving his eyes rolled halfway back in pain.
Han Jihyuk gripped Yeonwoo’s throat, shaking him.
“Wake up.”
There was no mercy to be had, not over something as trivial as a broken ankle.
Under different circumstances, maybe—but right now, Han Jihyuk was still locked in cold, seething fury.
The only difference between him and Shin Heesung was that he still had a shred of rationality left.
Absorbing Yeonwoo’s guiding energy earlier had stabilized his rampaging levels somewhat.
But that rationality was hanging by a thread.
It had been since the moment Yeonwoo ran to Lee Dohoon without so much as a glance back.
“Tch, I told you to take it easy. Look at him—passed out already.”
Lee Dohoon clicked his tongue at Shin Heesung, but the latter didn’t even pretend to listen.
He just kept muttering to himself, lost in his own world.
“…If it heals, we’ll just break it again. Yeah, that’ll….”
Shin Heesung gripped Yeonwoo’s grotesquely twisted ankle with one hand while yanking down his own pants with the other.
He pressed his swollen cock against the bruised flesh, already slick with precome.
When repeated slaps failed to rouse Yeonwoo, Kang Taewon snarled.
“The fuck? You deaf? Wake up.”
“Hng… kkh….”
Only weak, choked sounds escaped Yeonwoo’s throat.
Kang Taewon let go of his neck and pulled out his cock like the others.
“Get up, you fucking toilet.”
He slapped Yeonwoo’s cheek with his erection, but there was no response.
“Then again, a dumb bitch like you wouldn’t wake up that easy.”
With a sneer, Kang Taewon dragged the head of his cock toward Yeonwoo’s parted lips—already stretched obscenely wide around Han Jihyuk’s length. The sight was filthy.
Breathing hard, Kang Taewon pressed his cock between those trembling lips.
They quivered violently as he forced himself deeper.
They’d done this before—shoved two dicks down his throat at once.
His lips had split then too, but he’d taken it all anyway.
Kang Taewon had no doubt he’d do it again.
“Ghk—! Kkh—! Ugh—!”
The weak noises grew louder as Kang Taewon shoved more of his length inside.
He could feel Yeonwoo’s throat convulsing helplessly.
By the time half of his cock was crammed in, Yeonwoo’s body jerked violently.
He choked, gagging hard as his eyes finally fluttered open, pupils refocusing.
“Figures you’d wake up like this. Fucking bitch.”
Kang Taewon smirked down at him.
Just like before, his lips had split, blood smearing the stretched flesh.
His cheeks bulged obscenely around two thick cocks.
Without mercy, Kang Taewon started thrusting.
Han Jihyuk was already fucking into him relentlessly.
Alternating between his mouth and throat, they made Yeonwoo sob, tears streaming down his face.
Whether it was from the pain or his mangled ankle, it was impossible to tell.
“Ghk—! Kkh—! Ugh—!”
“The hell kind of animal noises are those? Sounds like a pig getting slaughtered. Fucking disgusting.”
Truthfully, the choked gags only turned Kang Taewon on more, but he refused to admit it.
Everything about Yeonwoo felt sickeningly sweet, even now—especially now, when his own mood had already bottomed out.
It was horrifyingly intoxicating.
The pain had vanished, replaced by a rush of lust that burned through his skull.
His mind was a wreck. The image of Yeonwoo running to Lee Dohoon played on loop behind his eyes.
When he glanced up,
Lee Dohoon was still smirking, fucking into Yeonwoo with that infuriatingly smug expression.
A violent impulse surged—to tear that smile clean off his face.
No, more than that. He wanted to snap his neck.
If he ripped his head off, he wouldn’t have to see that condescending, beastly grin ever again.
The urge to kill throbbed in Kang Taewon’s skull.
Fuck the team.
Fuck all of them. He’d slaughter every last one and keep Yeonwoo for himself.
His lips twisted into something inhuman.
Shin Heesung wasn’t any better. Even as he rutted against Yeonwoo’s ruined ankle, it wasn’t enough.
His gaze kept flickering to the others.
Lee Dohoon thrust into Go Yeonwoo’s ass, rocking his hips relentlessly, while Han Jihyuk and Kang Taewon shoved their cocks into his mouth, stabbing deep.
Every single one of them grated on Shin Heesung’s nerves like never before.
Sure, they’d annoyed him before, but never this much. He wanted to kill every last one of them for daring to claim his guide, Go Yeonwoo, like this.
The energy coiled inside him raged violently, twisting into something far more primal.
His fingers tightened around Yeonwoo’s ankle with a sickening crack.
Yeonwoo’s body jerked at the sudden pain, but Heesung didn’t care.
All he could think about was unleashing this fury.
Even though he was receiving guidance, his rampaging instincts weren’t fully suppressed.
Rationality long gone, he moved on pure impulse—toward the nearest place he could bury his cock and fuck into.
Yeonwoo’s body, already stuffed full in every hole by the three men, was lifted slightly as Heesung slid beneath him.
Without hesitation, Heesung ground his cock against the tight entrance already stretched by Dohoon’s length.
“Hng—! Kkh—! Ugh—! Nngh!”
Yeonwoo’s eyes flew wide open, his body twisting desperately, but it was useless.
He was already skewered on every cock, unable to move an inch.
“…Why?” Heesung’s voice was low, dangerous.
“You’ll take Dohoon’s cock in your ass, but not mine? Is that it?”
To Heesung, every flinch, every resistance from Yeonwoo felt like rejection.
The image of Yeonwoo running to Dohoon instead of staying with him still burned in his mind.
He couldn’t understand.
He’d taken care of Yeonwoo, fed him, paid more attention to him than Dohoon ever had—even let him take his cock as much as he wanted.
So why… why does Yeonwoo like Dohoon instead?
“Why…? Why…?”
Why would he prefer someone like Dohoon?
That two-faced bastard, all smiles on the outside but rotten to the core?
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