Beast Spawn
"Hngh... ahh...! Nnngh!"
In the bedroom where Min-ah had been lying just the day before, a young woman's cries of ecstasy now rang through the air.
"Haaah!! Sunbae!! More... mooore!!"
The old bed frame groaned and creaked beneath two naked bodies moving with violent intensity. Wet, obscene sounds of flesh meeting flesh filled the room as he drove into her again and again.
The young man and woman on the bed. He was thrusting his cock in and out of her, over and over. She had her ass presented to him, screaming in mad, broken ecstasy. They were in doggy style.
"Haaah! Hah! Haaahk! Hah!! Please...! Please, more... more......!!"
Clear fluid and faint spatters of blood stained the white sheets in every direction.
The man was Kim Tae-min, the College Student Council President who had failed to seduce Min-ah only yesterday. The woman was a female classmate who had ridden the same bus as Min-ah. She was youthful and beautiful. She couldn't compare to Min-ah, but she was more than attractive enough to turn heads.
"P-please...! Stop... stop... it hurts... it huuurts!!"
The virginity she had so carefully, so precious-ly kept. That sacred title, unshaken by anyone through all of high school, had fallen all too easily before Tae-min's handsome face and his position as College Student Council President of the nation's finest university.
"I'm coming."
"Haaah... g-give it to meee... sunbae... please... pleeease.......!!"
He came hard, pumping into her in thick, pulsing spurts.
"Nngh...! Nnnnngh!!!! S-sunbaeee!!! Haaaaah!!!"
She collapsed face-down onto the blood-spattered bed.
Unconscious.
It had been her first time. The playboy student council president had fucked her so roughly that he'd knocked her out cold.
"This freshman is pretty disappointing."
When he pulled his spent cock free, a thick, yellowish trickle of semen began to well back out of the freshman's pussy — still a pale, uncolored pink.
"Passing out without even getting off... this bitch couldn't even make it as a whore."
The crude language spilled from Tae-min's mouth as naturally as breathing. He wiped his cock roughly with a tissue and tossed it in the trash.
"Yeah, maybe it's better that she passed out."
He pulled a small pill bottle from his bag and shook out a tiny tablet.
"Quite a few bitches refuse to take this, you know."
He pushed the tablet into her unconscious mouth and forced her to swallow. It was such a small pill that tipping it down her throat and giving her a sip of water was enough.
The morning-after pill.
That was right. He was the kind of man who hated contraceptives so much he'd ask why you'd even bother having sex if you were going to use a condom. He didn't like pulling out, either.
"I just can't give up the taste of tearing the wrapping off a brand-new product and dumping my load inside."
But he had no interest in taking responsibility for a child, either. Of course, there was a reason for all of this — and it was rooted in his childhood.
With his good looks, and as the son of a prominent local family, Tae-min had been popular since middle school. He'd monopolized the attention of boys and girls alike, and so he'd started his sex life quite early.
He had one great problem.
Love.
He had no mother. The woman who had given birth to him had been unable to endure a father who had nothing but money and violence, and had walked out when Tae-min was barely a year old. The maternal love he lacked had twisted, in time, into a sexual craving for women.
After sleeping with many of them, he had realized one thing. Virgins were the best. That tearing sensation inside a woman for the first time was exquisite. Without it, even a full erection would go soft.
He wasn't shooting blanks. And so, living as promiscuously as he did, of course he'd gotten someone pregnant.
"...Again?"
Abortion. Abortions cost money. But his father was terrifying, so he'd tried to hide it. He'd told the girl to come to him if she wanted to break up. They were as immature as they were young, though, and the girl's parents found out soon enough.
"Go die, you little shit!!"
His father had always treated Tae-min with contempt. And so, for getting a girl pregnant, he hurled the slur beast spawn at him, pouring out words of hatred and curse.
"Father... I'll talk some sense into him... just please don't throw him out......"
Every time, it was his older sister Eun-ha, five years his senior, who came to Tae-min's aid.
"Ah... Eun-ha. You're here."
Their father casually groped Eun-ha's ass as if it were nothing at all.
"You're ripening more and more with each passing day... heheheheh."
His laugh was filthy. Utterly filthy.
"Then... you'll let Tae-min off, right?"
"Of course, of course. If it's Eun-ha asking, I'll grant anything. Naturally!"
That man who called himself a father grabbed a wad of fifty-thousand-won bills from his wallet and threw them at Tae-min. The bills fluttered down and settled among the blood that had pooled from his father's beating.
"You maggot of a son!! Take it and get the hell out!"
"...Y-yes... yes...!!"
Tae-min would rather have died than take that money. But without it, everything he had would collapse, so he had no choice. He frantically scooped up the fifty-thousand-won bills stuck to the floor where his own dark blood had been spilled.
"Now then... how will our Eun-ha entertain me today?"
"...Whatever Father wants......"
Father and sister disappeared into the bedroom, leaving him behind.
"...I-I have to pick them up fast."
Tae-min's hands moved faster. But his thoroughly beaten hands wouldn't obey him, twitching out of his control.
"Now... let's see... try using your mouth."
"Yes......"
From the door they'd left slightly open, the sound of his sister sucking on something began. Tae-min would rather have died than hear that sound.
"Who the hell... does she think she is, covering for me like that......"
Tae-min hated Eun-ha for protecting him. She who let their own father lust after her body without resistance. To him, his sister was nothing more and nothing less than a whore.
"That whore... selling her body to Father for attention, that whore!!"
The devotion Eun-ha had offered up for Tae-min's sake. But Tae-min had misunderstood it in exactly the opposite direction. He was convinced his sister had taken all the love that should have been his.
"Hngh...! Nngh...! Hah!!"
Slap. Slap. Slap.
The sound of a whip striking flesh began to ring out. His sister's moans — sounds she didn't want to make but couldn't hold back — stabbed into Tae-min's ears. Only then did he finish gathering the money.
"Fuck!! Fuck, fuck, fuck!!"
Cursing, he fled the house, swearing he would never go back. That day, Tae-min ran away from home. After paying for the abortion, he survived on what money was left, drifting from shelter to shelter.
The one who found him in his wandering was his sister, Eun-ha.
"Let's go home now. I've already talked to Father."
Eun-ha's hand, taking his, was warm. The very thing Tae-min had wanted. But feeling it from the sister he hated made him sick.
"Get your filthy hands off me!!"
Eun-ha looked down at her own hand at Tae-min's reaction, then looked back at him. Her face was expressionless, yet somehow sad.
"You like selling your body to steal Father away?! Do you?!!"
"Yeah. I do."
Her grip closed like a vise.
"Aaaagh!"
Eun-ha had learned jiu-jitsu, so she could easily overpower Tae-min even at the peak of his youth.
"Let's go."
"Let go! Fuck!! Let go, you fucking bitch!! Let go!!"
Once Tae-min was back home, Eun-ha began making him study. She was a medical student at Hankuk University. Teaching him was child's play for her.
"You'd better do better than the bitch you despise, right?"
That single remark became a meaningful spur. Tae-min wasn't a particularly bright man. But Eun-ha's teaching methods got even a dull-witted man like him into Korea's top university.
Of course, his department wasn't the most prestigious — but their father, a local dignitary who needed something to boast about in a son, finally started treating him like one. He was happy. But he was still a step below his sister.
"Then you should've gone to medical school!"
When he'd argued with his father, the answer that came back was, in the end, the wall that was his sister. He was in the College of Humanities. She was in the College of Medicine. To their father, his sister was simply more useful. Body or brains. He was always second to her.
"No matter how I thought about it, it didn't make sense, so I had it tested. And this is the result."
This year, at last, the chance to surpass his sister had arrived. She had obtained a certificate proving that she and their father shared no blood relation.
"I'd always wondered. How a man who called himself a father could do this to his own daughter......."
His sister's body was trembling violently. It wasn't the dry, even-toned voice she always maintained. It was a voice of raw, breaking passion.
"It was horrific, but still... the reason I endured it every single day... was because we were family... I... what the hell have I been......"
Unable to finish, tears fell from his sister's eyes. That was the first and last time Tae-min ever saw her cry.
But their father was a local dignitary. A man who mixed well with politicians. He wiped the brief flicker of panic from his face and began attacking Eun-ha with a look of complete ignorance.
"What are you talking about?! My only crime is raising you with care after your mother abandoned you."
What scattered from her hand were photographs. Photographs of their father violating her — pictures so horrific you couldn't bear to look.
"...Are you still going to deny it?"
"Y-you bitch, when did you... these!!!!!!!"
"Hand it over."
"H-hand what over?!"
"Payment. For all the years you raped me."
"...!!"
She demanded a massive sum of money in exchange for not spreading the photos. Their father immediately had his secretary deliver slush funds to a location she specified.
For Tae-min, this was an opportunity. A chance to reclaim the love his father had stolen from him. And so he was overjoyed. His sister was naturally swept aside.
But a knot remained in his heart that wouldn't come undone. Being recognized by his father even more, right in front of his sister — that was what he'd wanted. She'd ruined it all by pulling a stunt like that, rendering the whole thing meaningless.
And it was in the midst of all this that Tae-min met Min-ah.
"But... that Min-ah bitch... she was strangely similar to my sister."
That was right. The feeling was similar. She was different from the other freshmen who'd fallen so easily. An aura he couldn't put into words. And that aura was similar to his sister's.
Revenge.
A thirst for revenge began to burn in his mind. It was a thoroughly warped thirst — aimed not at the one who had actually wronged him, but at someone who merely resembled her.