Chapter 43-Part-2
As the minutes bled into one another, Yeonho felt his body betray him completely, surrendering to the chemical fire of the drug.
Every instinct screamed to fight, but the aphrodisiac completely overrode his nervous system, forcing a somatic, pulsing response he didn't want.
"No… Ungh, make it stop… Ahh," Yeonho whimpered, the plea dying as a breathless whisper against the pillows.
"Hear that? Sounds like he's finally feeling good," the man thrusting into him laughed, aggressively picking up his pace.
Yeonho simply stared blankly at the ceiling, the light in his eyes dying as a cold, numbness settled over his mind. He became a passenger in his own skin, completely out.
"Hngh…" a broken moan slipped from his lips.
"Fuck, you feel so good. I'm gonna cum inside you."
"Hurry up, it's my turn," another voice called out from the edge of the mattress, getting ready to step into place the moment the first stepped back, continuing the assault without a second's hesitation.
"Shit, why don't you just come live with me since your family threw you out like trash? I'll treat you right, Yeonho. I'll fuck you every single night," he panted, slamming his hips into Yeonho's bruised body.
"Shut up, you fucking bastard. You're greedy. He's our collective fuck toy tonight, not yours." One said, playing with Yeonho's nipples.
"Damn, just watching him cry and moan almost made me cum." Another one added.
"Seriously, I've never thought I'd enjoy fucking another guy." The other confessed.
"Come on, baby, suck on my cock… Put those pretty lips to work," said another, aggressively forcing his length back into Yeonho's mouth, cutting off his air.
Another man leaned over, jerking himself off right above his face. "Look at our little Yeonho's dick. Even if he's crying, he's feeling good."
"If that's the case, I'll let him cum." The man driving into his hole accelerated his pace, slamming back and forth with brutal force.
SMACK! — SMACK! — SMACK!
'No, i don't want this...'
Yeonho's back arched off the blood-stained sheets, his voice rising into a cry as fresh tears tracked through the sweat on his cheeks.
"Fuck, that looks erotic. You look exactly like a doll." With a few more thrusts, Yeonho's body convulsed under the overwhelming physical stimulation, a thick, white friction-release leaking from his tip.
"—Hngh..." Yeonho bit his lips, holding back a moan.
"You're so tight—shit, I'm cumming already." The man collapsed forward, releasing all of his cum deep inside Yeonho's already abused, overflowing hole.
Around the bed, the remaining men hit their climax too, shooting their cum all over his chest, stomach, and face, watching Yeonho shudder under the weight of their fluids.
"My turn. Get off now," the next man demanded, pushing the spent body aside to position himself.
The nightmare stretched on, a relentless cycle without a single moment of rest. They passed him around like a piece of meat, altering angles and positions while Yeonho remained utterly helpless, trapped in a waking coma of degradation.
Nearly an hour into the misery , the door clicked open.
Yeonho didn't even have the strength to look. Hana stepped inside to inspect the progress, ensuring every detail of her plan was perfect.
Satisfied, she slipped back out into the hall, only to return minutes later—this time, flanked by her father, her mother, a crowd of high-society guests, and a pack of ravenous media outlets with cameras raised.
When the heavy double doors swung wide, the room fell into a stunned, suffocating gasping an screaming.
Eyes bulged, and hands flew up to cover mouths in shocked at the sight on the bed.
"Oh, my goodness! What on earth is that boy doing?!"
"Filthy! Sleeping with so many men right in the middle of his father's celebration!"
"How utterly repulsive. I'm going to vomit."
"See? I told you," one of the younger man executives murmured, feigning disgust to the crowd. "He tried using his face and body to sleep with me just so he could get a hand on my family's money."
"That makes sense. He was kicked out of the family, after all. But to stoop to something this depraved…"
"What an absolute embarrassment."
"I can't believe Mr. Choi's son could stoop to this level of craziness."
"What a total mess!"
The men on the bed scrambled instantly, frantically pulling up their trousers, hiding their faces from the flashing lenses as they shoved past the crowd to escape the room.
They left Yeonho entirely alone on the mattress.
"Choi Yeonho!"
The booming, furious roar made Yeonho blink his heavy eyelids, the shock finally forcing a fraction of his consciousness back into the present.
Yeonho's vision cleared slowly, realizing his mother and father standing were by the door, a swarming mass of reporters and flashing cameras behind them while security guards desperately tried to form a barrier.
Clutching the edges of a torn blanket, Yeonho dragged it over his marked body made by the culprits, which was entirely covered in bruises and smelling heavily of sex.
Yeonho watched his family approach the bed, their faces twisted in absolute loathing.
"Look at you. Tsk. Disgusting…" His father's voice shook with hot rage, his eyes glaring into his son.
"No, Dad… I didn't do anything!"
Yeonho choked out, his voice cracking into a violent sob. Tears streamed down his cheeks.
"I was raped! This was to frame me! Please, you have to believe me!"
Yeonho reached a trembling hand toward his father, but a harsh, ringing slap cracked across his face. Yeonho's father recoiled in disgust, refusing to be touched by him.
His mother stood right beside him, looking at him with a cold, judgmental look on her face.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Dad? Mom?" Yeonho froze, his heart dropping into a bottomless void.
Yeonho's father clicked his tongue, his teeth grinding, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Are you asking that to make a fool out of me? You commit something this disgusting right in front of our eyes, and you dare look for sympathy?"
"B-but I didn't do it on purpose! I was forced!" Yeonho tried to tell them, but his father shouted over him completely.
"Stop making excuses! You insolent, good-for-nothing bastard! Is this how you repay me?! By showing everyone this side of you?!"
"Dad, let's go. There are too many cameras around," Hana whispered from the flank, her voice trembling with a perfect imitation of a heartbroken sister.
"Honey, come on. It's bad if we stay longer," Yeonho's mother urged, rubbing her husband's arm to pull him away. "We need to remove all this evidence before it spreads. Our reputation is at stake."
But his father didn't stop.
"Such a disappointment," his spat, his eyes dark with resentment.
"Can't you do something decent in your life?! You even slept with men?!"
"But I didn't do anything! I was getting raped! I was drugged! I was unconscious! Hana did this to frame me!"
Yeonho's trembling finger pointed directly at his twin sister.
Hana instantly let out a soft, shattered sob, crying as if she felt deeply betrayed by her twin brother.
"Stop your nonsense!" his mother hissed, her voice cutting like ice.
"Hana would never do something as filthy as you did. She's the one who called us. If it weren't for her, we wouldn't know how you wasted your life like this."
"But Mom, I'm telling the truth! Why can't you listen and believe me?!" Yeonho gripped tightly on his chest, his fingernails digging into his skin, begging to be recognized.
"The evidence is right in front of us!"
Yeonho's father didn't believe him at all, doubting his own son completely.
"And that evidence is a misinterpreted. I was drugged..." Yeonho wiped his tears.
"That's what I've been telling you… I was raped… Dad… Mom… please believe me…"
"Let's go," Yeonho's father growled, turning on his heel and walking out of room, followed immediately by his mother and Hana.
A splitting, headache tore Yeonho's skull as he watched them walk away, his eyes blurry from the tears.
"No! Please! Don't leave me! I'm begging you!" he shouted into the empty space, but he was completely ignored.
With his family gone, everyone started swarming the bed. Paparazzi and reporters snapped photos and videos for the media, while the security guards moved to push them away as they bombarded him with all types of questions.
He was left entirely alone.
'Why... Just why...? I'm their child...'
Left at the mercy of the flashing cameras and the people looking down at him like he was dirt, worthless. His own dad and mom had abandoned him.
The media didn't care about the truth; to them, he was just a filthy piece of trash to build a headline on.
No one bothered checking on him.
No one checked his bruised, violated body.
No one even bothered to ask if he was okay.
They didn't care.
He sat there in bed crying, completely helpless, and the only protection he had was the blanket covering his body.
"Don't look… Someone take me away from here, please…"
Yeonho looked down at his trembling hands in the dim light of the present day.
"I can't breathe…. Haa… haa."
Suddenly, the scene was gone. The flashback shattered, snapping him back into the master bedroom.
But everything didn't feel real. The room was moving, spinning wildly, and the frantic pounding from the door was ringing like a siren in his ears.
He kept crying, the pain deep in his chest too excruciating to bear.
And his own hands, moving on pure autopilot, betrayed him as he glanced down to watch the video of him and Gyeongjae getting intimate once again on the phone screen.
His mind was fracturing rapidly, trapped between the horrific memories and his current personality.
Right now, the only survival mechanism active in his broken brain was to surrender—to have sex and please men so he could earn money.
Subconsciously, his mind was telling him he was still in Russia, working as a prostitute and using sex to numb the pain of that tragic memory, because that had been what he originally did to cope.
He had accepted their accusation back then.
He had just given up and did what people expected of him, because that was the only way he could forget everything—forget he even existed.
Yeonho's tears got worse, and new fresh blood ran down from his nose along with them, spreading across his lips and dripping down to his collarbone.
"It hurts so much… someone… please."
Like a child lost in a park, Yeonho placed his head on his knees, hugging them tight again, crying endlessly.
Broken words murmured unconsciously from his lips as he tried to escape reality, desperate to stop feeling anything at all.
"I don't want this… it hurts too much."
The space inside the room felt lonely.
"I don't want to feel this… I want to die… I want to die… Make it disappear..."
Yeonho's eyes darted to the side table by the bed, trembling hand reaching for the heavy ceramic lamp, and then—
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