Eyes That Cannot Close
I looked at the compass with a troubled expression and spoke.
"This is a problem.... It looks like it's really far from this village."
"What do we do?"
"What do you mean, 'what do we do'... Let's head back to the village first. I'm sure nothing major will happen."
Han Yeo-reum confidently took the lead.
Me, Han Bom, and Han Yeo-reum.
The three of us were locked in a quiet game of reading each other, each trying their best not to reveal information they possessed.
Han Bom knew that Red Summoners would be coming soon.
I knew that Han Bom remembered that fact.
Ironically, the regressor himself was the most ignorant of all.
A man who had no idea how strong the Red Summoners actually were, or what was about to unfold here.
That regressor strode toward the village without a second thought, taking point.
I hadn't walked far before I pulled a bottle from my inventory and started drinking.
"Ah, it's hot."
"!!"
Han Bom's face flushed red in an instant, as if it might burst.
On the surface, it looked like an ordinary bottle of milk.
But the contents were nothing of the sort.
After taking a sip, I smiled and said to her,
"Han Bom, this is delicious."
"Kgh! Ha... Th... Th-that's good to hear...."
"Stop the useless chatter and focus, will you?"
Han Yeo-reum was extremely displeased that I was even exchanging words with Han Bom.
"Hey, Han Bom."
"What?"
"Come here. Don't lag behind for no reason."
"You worry about yourself...."
Even with her face burning, Han Bom's eyes kept drifting to the drink I was consuming.
After finishing every last drop of breast milk in the bottle, I turned to her again.
"Han Bom, can I ask you for more of this later?"
"Haa... A-alright, so... please just be quiet..."
Han Bom began to writhe her entire body and make a miserable face, seemingly overcome with shame.
To Han Yeo-reum, it was nothing more than a line about wanting more milk.
But watching his little sister's behavior, he sensed something was off — and started gripping her arm as they walked.
"Don't stick close to that guy for no reason."
"Haa... Please, just take care of yourself...."
"Fuck, just listen to me for once."
Han Bom's attitude was jarringly contradictory.
While she became docile toward a stranger she had only recently met, she spoke to her own family, Han Yeo-reum, with a voice laced with contempt and disdain..
And then, just as Han Bom was being pulled along by her brother's hand—
BOOM!
"Aaaagh!"
"Hyaaat!"
An unknown smoke bomb detonated near Han Bom and Han Yeo-reum, blotting out their vision completely.
In a dark, damp corner of a cave.
A humid place reeking of something acrid, similar to the stench from an underground waterway.
And in that place, a person lay with a vacant expression, showing no emotion at all.
'Fuck! Why can't I move!'
The man lying there was Han Yeo-reum.
He had screamed in surprise at the sudden smoke, then been ambushed and knocked out cold right where he stood.
The problem was that after waking, he couldn't so much as twitch — he couldn't even blink.
The only thing he could still move was his pupils.
Han Yeo-reum strained with everything he had to force his body into motion.
But he couldn't even twitch an eyebrow.
'Fuck... Where is this!'
As he lay there for a long while, the sound of someone entering the cave reached him.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
It wasn't the footsteps of just one or two people.
They began to appear in the immobilized Han Yeo-reum's field of vision.
They wore masks and were all dressed in identical clothes.
'Th-those bastards! They're the ones from back then!'
Though he couldn't confirm their faces exactly because of the masks, Han Yeo-reum was certain they were the same group that had approached him before his regression.
They looked down at him and muttered.
"Is he awake?"
"Hmm... He's probably conscious by now. But with the paralysis poison, speaking or moving will be impossible."
"Looking at how his pupils are moving, he seems awake."
The only thing Han Yeo-reum — who couldn't even twitch an eyebrow — could still move was his eyes.
'Fuck! Let me go! Let me go!!!'
He screamed inside like a rampaging beast, but none of it reached them.
They looked down at Han Yeo-rum with open contempt and began talking among themselves.
"Haven't caught the other two yet?"
"My apologies. We're pursuing them, but...."
From the masked men's conversation, Han Yeo-reum could piece the situation together.
'That son of a bitch! He took Han Bom with him! Fuck... I came all this way just to watch that bastard die....'
Even in this critical moment, Han Yeo-reum desperately prayed that Sung Su-ho would get caught and dragged here.
As they all gathered around, treating Han Yeo-reum like he wasn't even there, someone rushed into the cave in a hurry.
"Lord Boris."
"Did you find them?"
"...My apologies. We lost them."
"..."
The man called Boris glared at his subordinate with a look of silent rebuke.
The masked man making the report, flustered, held something out to him.
"They dropped this as they fled."
"...A recorder?"
They whispered among themselves, wondering why something like this even existed.
Through the other masked men's conversation, Han Yeo-reum learned what this "recorder" gem actually was.
Unlike the communication device from the previous loop, this was pure recording equipment — something that could capture footage and play it back as video on the spot.
'Where the hell did that bastard get that!'
And it wasn't just one that had been dropped.
Two recording gems had been left behind.
Boris ordered the masked man who had brought them.
"Play it."
"Yes, sir!"
The subordinate immediately began activating the red gem to carry out the order.
And suddenly, the surroundings went pitch dark.
'its similar to that communicator from last time....'
The masked men and Han Yeo-reum were now inside the same space.
Every wall was painted black, with a white screen installed on only one side.
In truth, this room that appeared enclosed by walls wasn't completely sealed.
It was a space that only blocked light — if you ran out past the walls, you could leave immediately.
Han Yeo-reum knew this from experience.
He had tried leaving such a room once before, intending to kill himself to stop Han Bom and Sung Su-ho's act.
More than any desperate will to live, what filled his mind now was the memory of Han Bom and Sung Su-ho about to intertwine their bodies.
'That son of a bitch... Doing that to Han Bom... to my little sister? I'll kill him someday....'
Han Yeo-reum stared at the white screen with open eyes, pouring curses upon Sung Su-ho.
And at that moment, an image began to appear on the screen.
'Damn it, I can't even kill myself in this state.... Huh... Wh-what... Han Bom... Why...?'
From the red gem he had thought had nothing whatsoever to do with him, light scattered outward — and Han Bom appeared on the screen.
And what's more... completely topless.
"Ohh... What the hell! She's fucking gorgeous?"
"Shut up...."
"Come on... Just talking a little...."
Everyone except the one called Boris had their eyes glued to it.
The scene of Han Bom with her eyes covered, stripped of her top, was being recorded in full, explicit detail.
'Fuck! What is this! Han Bom! Why are you filming something like that!!!'
Han Yeo-reum wanted to jump up and tear the place apart, but all he could do was weakly — without even twitching an eyebrow — be forced to watch.
Even as he screamed internally, Han Bom paid no attention to the beings outside the screen and opened her mouth.
"Um... Han Bom. Would it be alright if I put your breast milk in a separate bottle?"
"...A bottle?"
A man who hadn't entered the frame began squeezing Han Bom's breasts.
And something absurd happened.
An enormous amount of breast milk began pouring from her nipples.
"Whoa, holy shit!"
"What the hell is that...."
Han Bom, eyes closed, moaned with pleasure as her breast milk was being milked from her.
At that scene, the masked men focused on the screen with sounds of raw shock.
"Crazy... Who is that guy?"
"Looks like the one who ran off with her earlier?"
"Whoa... She was so pretty I thought she was some expensive woman. But looking at how she fell for a guy like that, she must be the type who just throws her body around."
Han Yeo-reum glared at the masked man currently talking with murder in his eyes.
'You fucking bastard!! Han Bom isn't like that!! She's not someone a piece of shit like you gets to talk about like that!!!'
Han Yeo-reum, who had never once thought well of his little sister in his entire life, could not forgive anyone who demeaned her in this moment.
In this place, the only one who had cared about him was Han Bom.
Min Ha-yeon had grown distant, and the three women had left.
Among them, the only one who had boldly promised to reconnect him with Min Ha-yeon was Han Bom.
Though residual feelings of annoyance still remained, he held a genuine gratitude toward his sister.
He had even resolved that once this was over, he would treat her sincerely well.
But... the Han Bom on the screen moaned as if she had forgotten Han Yeo-reum even existed.
"Nngh! Ah, Ajusshi.... Your hands... feel so good... Haaah!"
"Ajusshi's hands! They feel so good! Haaah!"
As her moans spilled out, Sung Su-ho's voice came through.
"I'll milk the other side as well."
In that moment, Han Yeo-reum recalled what had happened earlier.
"Han Bom, can I ask you for more of this later?"
"Haa... A-alright, so... please just be quiet...."
Han Yeo-reum let out an internal scream of pure rage.
'Sung Su-ho!!!!!! I'll kill you!!! Not Han Bom!!! You can't have her, you son of a bitch!!!'
But Sung Su-ho paid no mind whatsoever to Han Yeo-reum's internal howling, and bottled the breast milk from the other side as well.
Everything entered Han Yeo-reum's eyes. Every act of sexual harassment and every sexual act involving Han Bom was seared into his brain.
Starting with the breast milk extraction, Han Bom suffered every kind of humiliation at Sung Su-ho's hands.
While Han Yeo-reum had been out hunting, her ass had already become nothing more than Sung Su-ho's plaything.
"Haa... Ajusshi... Oppa's watching. Please...."
"I want to cum! Let me cum already!"
"No!! I don't want to cum in front of Oppa!!"
And while they were sleeping in the tent, he had snuck in without permission and freely toyed with Han Bom's genitals.
Throughout the entire video, there wasn't a single scene without Han Bom in it.
Sung Su-ho had secretly filmed every corner of her body, and Han Yeo-reum was watching every last frame of that footage.
He wanted to close his eyes.
But due to the paralysis poison, his eyelids would not shut.
All that came out were tears, pouring as if he would collapse from sheer exhaustion.
'No... It can't be.... It's Han Bom. There's no way she'd do that.... This is fabricated....'
By now, no one else remained in this place.
The masked men who had watched with interest at first had, after only the early parts, gotten so aroused that they ran out of the space declaring they would catch Han Bom themselves.
And only Han Yeo-reum remained alone, taking in his little sister's shame with his eyes.
The scene that was just beginning showed Han Bom secretly entering Sung Su-ho's tent.
"Haa... Haa... Why am I getting turned on."
Han Bom pulled down the sleeping Sung Su-ho's pants and gave him a handjob....
"Ajusshi.... *smooch*...."
She secretly kissed the sleeping Sung Su-ho....
"Mmmph.... Nngh.... *slurp*...."
She put the sleeping Sung Su-ho's cock in her mouth and gave him a blowjob....
"Ah... If I leave it like that.... It's my responsibility, so I should clean it up, right? *slurp*...."
She thoroughly cleaned that man's cock with her lips and tongue.
He had never once thought Han Bom would like men.
She was always the responsible eldest daughter who kept men at a distance and looked after her younger siblings with family first in mind.
But inside the screen, there was none of the always-confident, lively, and assertive Han Bom.
Just a woman conquered by a man's touch.
'No... That's not Han Bom... There's no way a bastard like Sung Su-ho could do that....'
Han Yeo-reum's brain cells were being destroyed, planting hollow expectations in him.
Crack!
The moment Han Bom's blowjob ended, the gem that had finished recording cracked, shattered into powder, and began to scatter away.
As the gem broke, the dark room vanished and became a cave again.
In the cave, a single person sat on a rock looking at Han Yeo-reum.
It was Boris.
"Hmm... Is it over."
The light had already gone from Han Yeo-reum's eyes; even tears no longer flowed.
He only repeated to himself.
'No... It's not Han Bom... There's no way.... That kid... Bom isn't that kind of girl....'
As he muttered internally in a daze, Boris snorted and muttered,
"Filthy bastard... Getting hard watching your little sister get treated like that?"
"..."
Even while paralyzed, there was one thing that had changed about Han Yeo-reum's body.
He hadn't noticed because of the paralysis, but he managed to lower his gaze to his lower half.
His erect cock came into view.
'Fuck, no!! It's not!! There's no way I'd think that looking at her!! Fuck!!'
A guilt he had never felt in his entire life began tearing through Han Yeo-reum's brain.
He found himself — for having even momentarily thought such a thing — disgusting and repulsive.
Watching Han Yeo-reum seethe with self-loathing, Boris let out a vile laugh.
"Heh heh... Good. There's one more video left... Since you seem to want it, I'll show you more."
"..."
'Don't fuck with me!! Don't show me!! You fucking bastard, don't show me!!!'
Han Yeo-reum was terrified.
Even the footage so far had been agony that felt like his brain was being torn apart — he didn't even want to imagine what the next video held.
Boris activated the remaining red gem, and the black room was generated once more.
He left the room with a sneer.
"I don't know what's in it, but wash your eyes and watch carefully. You trash who lusts after your own sister."
With those words, Boris left the space — and from the video, Han Bom's voice flowed out.
"Ajusshi... I'm begging you... Please... Please save my Oppa...."