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The buzzing in his head became louder, playing in unison with the rhythm of the music that was pounding loudly against the walls of the room. Jeong Taeui's vision began to blur—the sharp lines around him melted into blurry shadows that danced randomly. The thin smoke that rose and the sharp smell of alcohol that penetrated his nose to the bottom of his lungs made his chest feel tight, as if the pure air had been completely displaced.

The effects of the alcoholic drinks he drank continuously began to take over his consciousness. Taeui slumped limply in his chair. A hot blush spread from his neck to his entire face, polishing his appearance which now looked so messy—the top button of his shirt had been undone, his hair was messy, and his eyes were dim and out of focus.

All this mess started from one stupid thing: betting on card games. And Taeui, with all his bad luck tonight, had to swallow dozens of cups of "prizes" for his consecutive defeats.

"Just one more glass and your bet is complete, Taeui!"

The voice in front of him sounded like an echo from deep in the water—faint, but filled with a tone of happy provocation.

"Well... to be honest, I'm starting to get drunk too," said another voice beside him, followed by a low, suppressed laugh.

In the middle As the cheers and laughter of the people around the table became increasingly wild, a glass with thick glass was thrust right in front of Taeui. The liquid inside reflects the swaying glow of the dim lights.

"COME ON, TAEUI! I'M SURE YOU CAN!" The man shouted excitedly, slapping the table until the empty glasses on it clinked loudly. His laughter soared high, inviting several other people to join in cheering.

Taeui frowned, trying to collect the remaining fragments of consciousness. He was only able to glance at the glass briefly with eyelids that felt as heavy as lead. In the dimness of his increasingly desperate mind, Taeui's thoughts were only focused on one thing: Finish this, then sleep.

With slightly trembling fingers and half-conscious movements, he reached out, gripping the cold surface of the glass. Without the slightest hesitation—and without giving his tongue a chance to resist the impending burning sensation—Taeui threw his head back.

Gulp. Gulp.

He finished the liquid in several quick gulps. The heat rushed through his throat, stinging his stomach which was already full. When the thick glass was smashed onto the table again with a heavy thump, loud cheers suddenly erupted all around.

"PERFECT!"

A roar of cheers erupted as the empty glass clinked onto the table. Shouts of joy and clapping of hands followed each other, celebrating Taeui's tragic "victory" on their ridiculous bet.

"Good, Taeui! I thought you wouldn't back down!"

"Amazing! I knew you would definitely be able to finish it!"

The praise sounded like the buzzing of noisy bees in Taeui's ears. His headache got worse, it felt like he had been hit by an invisible hammer. In that instant, a wave of thick nausea rose from his stomach, pressing sharply against the base of his throat. His stomach churned violently, rejecting the remaining alcohol he had just forced in.

"Ugh... I think... I have to go to the bathroom," Taeui hissed in a hoarse voice that was almost drowned out by the noise of the music.

With his remaining strength increasingly eroding, he gathered his footing and tried to get up. His knees shook violently. His body swayed to the right and left, resting randomly on the edge of the table and the back of the chair around him so as not to immediately collapse to the floor.

"Haha! Don't get lost in the middle of the road, friend!" his friends' happy laughter let him go without the slightest feeling of guilt.
Taeui wrote from the teasing. His footsteps were unsteady, heavy and uncertain. His cold fingers felt along the wall, table surface, or anything that could support his increasingly uncontrollable weight.

"Damn it... I should never have been tempted to take part in that crazy bet," he muttered in resignation. Regret always comes too late, and tonight the price must be paid with a consciousness that is on the
verge.

His vision was getting blurry. The colorful lights of the club merge into an abstract flash that hurts the eyes. He cut his way through the crowd of dancing people deftly, ignoring the nudges or disturbed looks from other visitors. Unknowingly, his absent-minded footsteps took him out of the main area. The ear-splitting bass beat slowly receded, turning into an alluring silence.

Taeui now entered a long hallway. The air here feels a little cooler, only occasionally passed by waiters passing by carrying trays of drinks.

"Ugh... where am I...?" Taeui muttered softly, looking around with dim eyes. "Is... the bathroom here?"
He continued to sway, no longer able to maintain his balance properly. The hallway became deeper and quieter, leaving behind a row of elegantly designed bedroom doors that were tightly closed without any occupants. This sudden silence gradually pierced his senses.

His steps stopped. Ah... looks like I'm really lost.
Realizing his ridiculousness, Taeui took a deep breath and was determined to turn around. However, his deteriorating body coordination made his twisting movements too sudden. Just as he took one step, his unbalanced body hit a hard obstacle in front of him.

Brak!

The sensation of impact felt like hitting a solid stone wall. Taeui stumbled violently backwards, almost losing his footing and falling on his back if his reflexes hadn't kept his body in the air.

"Ah...!"

A violent throb suddenly hit his temple. The pain was sharp, making his vision increasingly dark with black shadows. While closing his eyes tightly, Taeui chuckled softly and reached out his hand to stroke his throbbing forehead and head.

"Hey."

A voice broke the silence. The voice was so deep, calm, and authoritative—it had a cold tone that instantly sent a strange shudder through the nape of the semi-conscious Taeui's neck. A voice that came from a hand's reach in front of him.

Gathering the remnants of consciousness that were tested at the final limit, Taeui forced his eyelids that were as heavy as lead to open wider. His smooth forehead was deeply furrowed. In the midst of the dim darkness of the hallway and his blurred vision, a tall silhouette gradually formed right in front of him.
The posture of the body in front of him was so towering and straight. A posture that forced Taeui to have to raise his head slightly just to be able to direct his gaze towards the man's face.

"Ugh... did I just bump into you? I'm sorry..." said Taeui in a languid and hoarse tone. He waved his hand in the air carelessly - a gesture of apology that seemed unintentional because of the overwhelming dizziness.

Without waiting for a reply, Taeui shuffled sideways, intending to just pass by the strange man to find his way home. However, just as he took half a step, a surprisingly strong grip grabbed his shoulder.

Snap!

Taeui gasped violently as his body was mercilessly pulled back. Before he could regain control of his balance, a strong arm hiding extraordinary strength slammed Taeui's limp body against the cold hallway wall.

"Didn't you just hit me?" The deep voice sounded right above his ear. Cool, relaxed. "Why do you intend to just leave like that?"

The thinking options in Taeui's brain seemed to stop turning. With raised eyebrows and eyes blinking in a daze, he tried to digest the sentence. "Didn't... I apologize?" Taeui muttered innocently, completely confused by this situation.

A soft chuckle filled with amusement escaped the man's lips. The pressure of the arm on Taeui's shoulder did not relax at all, instead it locked his movements even more until it eroded the distance between them.

"I've never accepted an apology by just throwing words like that," whispered the man, observing Taeui's face which was red from drunkenness. "You have to pay for it."

"What—"

Before Taeui's brain managed to form a sentence to protest these crazy words, gravity suddenly disappeared from his footing. His body suddenly rose into the air!

"Ouch!"

Taeui winced holding back the dizziness. The unexpected jerking movement made his head feel like it was being shaken again, sending waves of sharp throbbing in his temples. The foreign man had carried him so easily—trapping Taeui's weight in his strong arms as if he were no heavier than a sheet.

"Wait! What are you doing?! Let me go!" Taeui exclaimed in panic. His weakened fingers tried to hit the man's hard chest, but the resistance was like the meaningless push of a gentle breeze.
The man didn't pay any attention to Taeui's panicked screams or weak pounding. With long, calm and steady steps, he led Taeui down an increasingly quiet hallway, towards the luxuriously carved double doors that indicated an exclusive VIP room.

Turning the doorknob without a hitch, the man stepped into the dim and fragrant room, leaving behind the sound of the door closing tightly and the lock turning automatically.
The corners of the man's lips lifted, forming a faint, meaningful smile as he looked down at his helpless prey.<

"I told you, didn't I?" he whispered with suppressed amused laughter. "You have to pay for it tonight."

Crash!

Taeui's body was thrown and landed hard on the soft kingsize bed. Even though the mattress beneath him covered the impact, the sudden movement still succeeded in making his head feel like it had been hit by a large hammer. Taeui grimaced, closing his eyes tightly to suppress the wave of intense throbbing and nausea that was pressing on his chest again.
However, the pain was suddenly dispersed by a strange but very familiar sound in his ears.

Ring.

The cold and sharp clink of metal broke the silence of the dimly lit VIP room. Taeui forced his eyes to widen, looking up with difficulty. At the end of the bed, the sturdy silhouette of the foreign man stood towering, his back to the dim glow of the lights. The man's fingers moved casually, unhooking the buckle of his leather belt with a very habitual movement - while a pair of sharp eyes never for a second looked at Taeui, skinning every inch of the figure on the bed like a predator looking at its prey.

"What... WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Taeui screamed hysterically. The scream was immediately answered by a stinging throb in his temple, making him wince again in pain.

The man just chuckled in amusement, a deep laugh that resonated low in his chest. Without rushing, he took off his shirt and trousers, leaving behind a tight band of underwear that exposed the curves of his athletic body and the firm muscles beneath his skin.

"I told you, this is payment for your behavior in bumping into me," he said casually.

The man stepped forward, climbing onto the bed with a graceful but menacing movement. Taeui widened his eyes in panic. His survival instincts broke through the drunken fog that enveloped his brain, making him roll and slither backwards trying to get away.

"No! Don't come any closer!" Taeui writhed in resignation, kicking the air to throw the man away.

But his resistance meant nothing. Before Taeui could reach the edge of the bed, his ankles were pulled, and in an instant his body was under the man's confines. With one rough movement, the man yanked Taeui's shirt until the buttons came undone and flew everywhere, exposing the smooth skin of his chest that was red hot from the alcohol.

The man stopped his movements for a moment, examining the scene beneath him. "Hm... not bad," he muttered in an increasingly amused tone.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Taeui screamed. Damn! How many times does he have to suffer repeated misfortunes in the same night?!

Taeui continues to writhe and struggle as hard as he can, but his energy drained from drunkenness feels so pathetic compared to the man's steel grip on him. Taeui's two wrists were forcefully pulled above his head, joined in one strong grip, then tied tightly using a leather belt that had just been removed.

"Ssh... be quiet," whispered the man near Taeui's ear.
As if starting to lose patience with Taeui's never-ending screams and protests, the man lowered his head. Without warning, he attacked Taeui's lips, demanding a rough kiss to silence his opponent's vocals completely.

Taeui gasped violently, his breath caught suddenly in his throat.

The kiss had no tenderness at all—fierce, dominant, and filled with burning passion. The heat melted all of Taeui's joints, making the red color on his skin spread even deeper to his neck and chest. The man pressed deeper, manipulating the gap between Taeui's lips until he succeeded in breaking the lock on his mouth. Without mercy, the warm tongue snaked its way in, explored between the teeth, brushed every sensitive corner inside, and sucked so hard as if it intended to devour Taeui's remaining consciousness.

"Mmh...!"

A muffled moan just escaped from between their union. Taeui was stunned amidst his rising dizziness—he couldn't even recognize the sound of resignation and urgency that had just come out of his own throat.

The stamina of a man above him was simply unreasonable. Taeui starts to get overwhelmed; His chest felt like it was burning and he desperately needed oxygen to breathe. However, the man dominated her every move without any gaps. The grip of his fingers on Taeui's chin felt so locked, holding his head so that he couldn't turn away or shake his head even an inch.

Drop by drop of tears escaped from the corners of Taeui's watery eyes, wetting his hot red cheeks. His mouth continued to be invaded and explored dominantly, taking away the remaining breath that was getting thinner. In a rising panic, Taeui writhed in resignation, trying to send a signal that he was on the verge of running out of air.

As if in pity—or perhaps just wanting to prolong his pleasure—the man finally loosened his grip and pulled back the kiss.

"Hah... hah...!"

Taeui immediately sucked in as much air as he could with a gasping supply of breath. His chest rose and fell quickly and irregularly, just like someone who had just escaped the danger of drowning.
However, that period of relief didn't last more than a few seconds.

Fuck!

A cold sensation stung his skin as the man stripped Taeui of his trousers and underwear in one swift movement. Taeui gasped in surprise, reflexively turning his body and trying to grab the man's wrist. "No...!"
The resistance was too late. Now his body was completely exposed without a single thread on the soft mattress. A low, satisfied chuckle sounded again from above his body.

"This body is very well looked after," the man muttered, observing every curve of Taeui's body with increasingly dark twinkle in his eyes.
Before Taeui had time to digest the sickening compliment, his body was forcibly turned over.

"Ah!"

Now Taeui was lying on his stomach, his back to the strange man in a very vulnerable defensive position. When he felt warm, rough fingers starting to touch the back of his body, Taeui immediately gasped in panic. He mustered the remaining strength in his legs to creep forward, intending to escape from the confines.

"Engh—!"

However, a steel grip hit his waist, holding him in place
without giving him any room to move in the slightest.
"Don't even think about running away," whispered the man directly above his back. His voice changed to be so cold and full of intimidation, it succeeded in sending shivers down Taeui's spine. Her puffy eyes looked at the man with a pleading look. "I beg you... let me go...!"
The man behind him only smiled a faint smile, followed by a cold laugh that was untouched by pity.

"Too late."

Without a clearer warning, two of the man's fingers rushed in, penetrating Taeui's most private and untouched part.

"Agh!"

Taeui gasped violently, his whole body shaking violently at the sudden foreign sensation and exploding. The fingers moved in circles and penetrated slowly but surely, mapping out a very tight, narrow passage inside there.

"Hm... it seems like this place has never really been touched by anyone," said the man in a tone of amusement that was getting worse.

Taeui's face was red to the tips of his ears. Every time those fingers moved and danced inside his body, Taeui's nerve reflexes responded with strange vibrations that he couldn't control. It feels very strange... I don't like this!

Taeui's tears flowed harder and harder to cover his vision. The feeling of tension, unfamiliarity, and pain combined into one wave of excruciating shock.

"Ahh! It hurts...!" Taeui screamed hoarsely. His two hands, which were still tied above his head, squeezed the sheet repeatedly, gripping it so tightly as if he intended to cut or tear the thick fabric into pieces.
From behind his back, the man's deep voice came again, carrying a firm tone between his rapid breaths.
"Calm your body. Relax," the man grumbled softly. "My fingers will break if you keep gripping them this hard."

"It hurts! Stop... I said stop!" Taeui cried in resignation, his voice increasingly drowned out by the noise of the throbbing in his head and the burning feeling that was increasingly spreading throughout his body.

A resigned sob escaped Taeui's strangled throat. Before he had time to control the burning heat, the man behind him without warning added his fingers again, forcing his way inside Taeui.

"Ahng—! It hurts...!"
Taeui roared, his body jerked violently on the mattress. His breath was ragged and panting, hunting for a supply of air that seemed to be running low. The man didn't pause at all; he started moving his fingers in an increasingly fast and constant tempo. Friction after friction forced Taeui's private area to become naturally lubricated, causing vulgar and very embarrassing sticky sounds to echo in the quiet corners of the VIP room.

Taeui continued to squirm in the tight grip, his head throbbing painfully. This hurts so bad, bastard! his mind screamed with helpless anger.
In the midst of the waves of burning sensation, the man's fingers accidentally brushed a sensitive spot inside there. Taeui's body suddenly stung violently, producing a tensed reflex twitch. But before Taeui had time to digest the foreign sensation, the fingers were pulled out suddenly, leaving a cold empty feeling and wet liquid flowing between his thighs.

Taeui slumped against the sheets, his chest rising and falling rapidly due to the tightness that was squeezing him. "Ungh..."

He thought the torture was over. Taeui almost breathed a sigh of relief, until finally the wire-toned fingers grabbed her hips and lifted her lower body into the air.

Taeui's eyes widened completely. With difficulty, he turned his neck and glanced behind him through the corners of his watery eyes. As soon as her eyes caught sight of the man's dominating body part in the shadows—a possession of incredible, implausible size—pure panic instantly overtook all her senses.

"DON'T PUT IT IN! IT... IT'LL TEAR!" Taeui screamed hysterically, his voice breaking through the air.
Hearing the frightened scream, the man behind him responded with a sharp, domineering chuckle. His strong arm gently patted the skin of Taeui's buttocks which had become dull red from squeezing.

"Calm down... don't tense your body if you don't want it to hurt more," the man whispered calmly, but left no room for negotiation.
Without further delay, the head of his hard member was smashed through Taeui's tight opening.

"ANGH—!"
A shrill scream broke from Taeui's lips. All the muscles in his body stiffened instantly. A sensation like a high-voltage electric shock hit his nerves hard, spreading sharply to his crown and making his head feel like it was about to explode. Taeui's fingers that were tied above his head gripped the sheets so tightly that his knuckles turned white, squeezing and twisting the fabric in desperation.

Taeui's tears flowed down his cheeks, soaking the mattress beneath him.
The man didn't wait. After successfully pushing in half of its large size, he immediately spurred his hips, slamming into his body repeatedly without mercy.
Taeui's sobs sounded very pathetic, sad, and full of groans of pain that soared high in the air.

"It hurts...! hiks... SICK! hiks... Stop...!"
The man ignored the wailing. His strong fingers gripped Taeui's waist tightly, locking his position while jerking his body deeper and harder.

Taeui felt as if his body was being split into two parts from the inside. An intense feeling of tearing and heat crept in every time the man moved back and forth. Every hard thrust that penetrated his deepest parts only provoked moans of resignation and cries of pain from Taeui's mouth.

"Damn... this place is too tight," grumbled the man behind him with heavy, ragged breaths, tightening his grip on Taeui's waist and spurring his movements even more crazily.

"Angh—! Slow down, you bastard!" Taeui screamed in a voice that was increasingly broken and hoarse.
His entire face was now soaked, messed up by a combination of tears that continued to melt and cold sweat that soaked his skin. However, the curses and screams did not produce any feelings of pity. The man behind him was even more encouraged; Instead of slowing down his thrusts, he instead thrust his hips in a much faster, harder and merciless rhythm. The man let out a low growl when the warm walls inside Taeui's body clamped down on him so tightly, as if trying to reject him but at the same time locking his existence.
Taeui continued to moan and grope for a grip amidst the intense shaking that never ended. The speed did not decrease in the slightest. This man really isn't human... Taeui thought in resignation, feeling his senses being increasingly eroded.

At the peak of his game, the man pulled his penis out almost completely until it was left at the tip of the gap, before finally slamming the entire length in one very sharp and devastating thrust.

"NGHH—!"

Taeui's shrill scream echoed loudly through the silence of the room. His body stung violently; a wave of pain that was so painful and stinging exploded in the back of his body. Simultaneously, an extremely dense warmth flooded his insides. The man's seed poured out profusely, so much that it made Taeui's lower stomach feel slightly bloated and bulging from the pressure of his tip. The warm liquid even overflowed and melted out through the gap which was no longer able to close tightly.

Taeui fell limp, collapsing helplessly on the messy mattress. The throbbing head felt like it was about to crack his brain from the inside.

The man growled in satisfaction as he welcomed the powerful release. However, as the pleasure slowly subsided, he felt another different sensation of warmth flowing towards his base. His sharp eyes looked down, tracing the boundaries of their union. There, among the overflowing white liquid, was a slow flow of fresh blood - the result of a small tear in Taeui's sensitive tissue which was forced to stretch beyond its limits.

"Ugh! It hurts...!"

The man glanced briefly at the limp face covered in tears beneath him. A thin, dangerous grin appeared on his lips. "I'll treat it later," he whispered casually. "But now, let's finish this first."

Hearing those words, Taeui's consciousness which had almost disappeared was suddenly pulled back to the real world. Before he could process his fear, Taeui's body was lifted back into the air. The hard and large object had not even been removed completely from inside him, making Taeui scream and wince at the sharp pain when their positions shifted.

Bruk.

Taeui's back was gently hit against the sturdy wooden back of the mattress. In an instant, his position changed—he was now sitting upright right on Ilay's lap, with the man's penis plunged deeper and deeper into his deepest part.

"Second round," The man said casually, holding Taeui's hips with a tight grip.

"NO! AHHH—!" Taeui screamed in frustration and hysterics, realizing that this long, tormenting night was far from over.

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The morning sunlight that penetrated through the gaps in the large window curtains shone brightly, gently brushing Taeui's sleeping face. The warm touch slowly pulled his consciousness back from the darkness. His eyebrows were knit tightly together, his forehead was furrowed in pain, and a soft groan escaped his lips.

A feeling of dizziness hit sharply; His head was throbbing violently as if a hammer was hitting his brain constantly. With eyelids feeling very heavy, Taeui forced his eyes to open. The first thing that caught his still dim vision was a row of towering glass windows, letting the morning light illuminate all corners of the room.

Taeui turned his head to the side, looking around.
It was quiet. The spacious and luxurious room was silent without a sound. Has... that bastard gone and just left him?

A heavy, sad sigh came out of Taeui's chest. The look in his eyes dimmed, leaving behind a stinging feeling that made his eyes tear up again. He mustered up the last of his courage and strength to try to sit up. However, just as he moved his muscles, numbness and excruciating pain stung his entire body. All his joints felt numb—especially his lower body. The sensation of burning, crushing, and stiffness combined, making Taeui feel as if he no longer had legs.

"Bastard..." muttered Taeui hoarsely, his voice almost inaudible.

Using all his remaining strength—accompanied by a throbbing in his head that was getting more intense—Taeui was only able to drag his body up a little, leaning his back against the thick headboard of the mattress. He closed his eyes tightly, groaning to hold back the pain in his lower body which felt as if it was about to break into several pieces.

"Damn... really damn..."
Unintentionally, his gaze was thrown to the large mirror that stood next to the bed. Taeui was stunned. The image in the mirror made his breath hold.
Ugh... was that really me?

His appearance was really messy and pathetic. Bluish and reddish spots from bites and rough grips covered the exposed area of ​​his neck and chest. Her eyes were puffy and puffy from lamenting the torture all night long, while her lips looked bright and luscious—extraordinarily swollen from the relentless ferocious kisses. Taeui was barely even able to recognize the messy foreign figure in the mirror.

In the midst of the bad daydreams and rows of curses that continued to echo in his brain for the mysterious man, a sudden sound broke the silence.

Klek.

The doorknob turned. Taeui gasped violently, all his body muscles suddenly stiffened. His eyes widened as he watched the door to the VIP room open wide, revealing the towering figure of the man who had crushed him last night. The man stepped in very casually, complete with neat clothes that fit perfectly on his athletic body.

"Beautiful sleep?" asked the man.

His deep voice was filled with amusement that he didn't try to hide. The corners of his eyes curved warmly, radiating a very dense twinkle of happiness—just like someone who had just spent the night in heaven, in stark contrast to Taeui who felt like he had just been dragged through hell.

With a panic reflex, Taeui grabbed the edge of the cloth tightly and pulled the thick blanket up until it touched his chest, trying to hide his skin which was covered in embarrassing red marks.

"Why are you still here?!" he shouted in a curt, hoarse voice, trying to put on the fiercest face he could even though his puffy eyes couldn't hide his fear.
The man tilted his head slightly, looking at Taeui with raised eyebrows as if the question was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard. A soft, relaxed chuckle slipped from his lips.

"Why?" Ilay stepped forward, approaching the bed with calm but intimidating movements. "Of course because this is my room."

My room? Taeui was stunned. Yes, this place is indeed luxurious and very spacious, but isn't it...
Taeui's gaze turned towards the giant glass window that radiated the glow of the morning sun. His forehead was furrowed tightly, processing the oddity he had just realized.

"Don't... rooms in nightclubs don't have windows this big?" Taeui muttered innocently, more to himself than to the man in front of him.

The man's eyes narrowed in amusement at Taeui's innocence who was too late to realize the situation. He stopped right at the side of the bed, then stretched out his long, warm fingers. Very gently—a contrast to last night's roughness—he cupped Taeui's chin, stopping the young man's movements and bringing him to look directly into his sharp eyes.

The man bent slightly, tilting his head until his warm breath brushed the surface of Taeui's ear.
"Of course we're not in that dirty place anymore," he whispered lowly, sending a strange chill along Taeui's spine.

Taeui's eyes widened completely, his breath caught in his throat. "What do you mean?!"
The man straightened his body again, smiling a thin smile full of dominance as he answered without any burden at all.

"Because last night, I took you home to my hotel."