Caught in the Act 2
A man who looked precarious, with dark circles hanging long under his eyes like he'd been devoured by fatigue, arrived at the destination marked on his phone.
"This the place?"
His voice carried irritation—he'd struggled for ages to find it without a proper map.
"I have no idea what the hell I'm doing."
Scratching his unkempt hair, the man sank into self-loathing. It was Park Jun-hyun.
The participatory content on Hartpans that Kim Il-woo had sent him had been nagging at him so much that he'd finally tracked down the event location listed in the announcement.
The more he watched the videos on Hartpans, the more they reminded him of the mother and daughter he knew, distracting him to the point where it interfered with his research.
"Just see her face and leave."
This stifling frustration and irritation would surely vanish the moment he laid eyes on the channel's female star—that's what convinced him to come all this way.
"How the hell did they even find a back alley like this?"
He'd lived in the neighborhood for quite a while, yet this was a side path he'd never seen before. Tucked between buildings, the alley seemed so neglected even by locals that it was filthy at a glance, reeking of a stale, pungent stench.
Clueless that his precious girlfriend had been raped here, he stepped inside.
The alley was so dark that even the dazzling streetlights outside didn't seep in at all, mere moments after entering.
"Can't see shit..."
A thick darkness blanketed the entire passage, so dense he could barely make out a foot ahead. Even he, a man, felt a chill from the abyss-like blackness.
Irritated at having come this far but determined to glimpse the woman's face, he crept forward cautiously—until he heard a strange noise.
In the enclosed alley, the sound echoed sharply. What the...?
Rhythmic yet meaty thuds, like striking flesh, grew clearer the deeper he went.
Thud... smack... THWACK!
The increasingly vivid noise carried a subtle, instinct-stirring lewdness.
"Ah... haa...! Aaah...!"
A woman's voice, pitiful and soaked with moisture, made Park Jun-hyun freeze on the spot.
It was a moan. The unmistakable groan of a woman during sex.
"Gulp..."
Park Jun-hyun thought he'd come to the right place, his throat burning with tension. Knowing he'd soon see the woman he'd heard and watched in videos so many times washed away his bizarre excitement and pent-up frustration.
Feeling the nervous exhaustion that had plagued him for days melt away, he pressed on into the dark alley.
Over there?
The lewd sounds continued from a narrow side path branching off the straight alley.
His breathing quickening, Park Jun-hyun stifled his presence and peeked around the corner, just his head.
"Gasp...!"
He nearly let out a sound. He'd half-expected it, but inside the side path, a man and woman were entangled in sex.
Not just any— the man had her pinned to the filthy alley floor, relentlessly slamming his hips down. The raw intensity was worlds apart from watching through a screen.
SMACK! THUD! WHAM!
The heavy clashes of flesh echoed through the narrow confines like thunder.
The sounds battering Park Jun-hyun's body ignited his excitement, his heart pounding fiercely in response.
"Aaagh! Urgh...! Haaah...!!!"
A lewd, pitiful moan from the woman—exactly like the ones he'd heard in the videos.
Craving her bare face beyond the faint mosaic that teased his imagination and evoked someone familiar, he leaned in further.
Can't see her face...
A middle-aged man astride her blocked the view, pistoning his hips savagely.
Park Jun-hyun seethed with frustration—the answer to his agony was right there, yet out of sight.
This pig bastard's in the way...? Wait...?
A sense of wrongness hit him. The gasping woman pinned beneath matched the familiar voice from the videos, heard over and over.
But the fat guy on top?
Middle-aged... man...?
The Hartpans videos all featured rough play, but the male partner was always a young guy his age.
The puzzle of unease clicked in Park Jun-hyun's mind.
Where's the usual guy filming...?
Visibility was poor in the dark, but scanning the perceivable area yielded no presence.
Something's off. Way off.
Like cold water dousing him, his excitement-fogged mind cleared instantly.
SMACK! THUD! WHAM!
"Aaagh...! Urgh...! Haaaah!!!"
Flesh colliding relentlessly. The woman's pain-laced moans.
Wait... why does she sound so tortured?
The moans he'd dismissed in excitement felt different now, sober. Pain hid beneath the wet, pitiful tones.
She should've been embracing the man on her belly, yet her arms and legs dangled limp, heedless of the filth.
She's trembling?
Her sprawled limbs quivered finely, as if from humiliation and agony.
Just another sadistic shoot for Hartpans, like always?
"Haa...! Haa...! Haa...!"
Noticing the anomaly, Park Jun-hyun's breath grew ragged, like panic rising. His head burned for a different reason.
Muscles tensed across his body; fatigue-heavy eyes bulged with bloodshot veins.
Thud! Smack! WHAM!
"Aaagh! Haaaah...! Agh?!"
The man's hip thrusts accelerated, growing rougher. His urgency signaled imminent climax—everyone there sensed it.
"You fucking slut. I've wanted to raw-dog you forever, and now my wish comes true. Gonna creampie you, so get pregnant for sure."
The middle-aged man's words dripped with murky desire, filling the alley like the darkness.
"Haaaah! N-No! Not inside! Never inside!"
The woman beneath sensed it too, screaming desperately.
Her pitifully splayed limbs thrashed in resistance on the alley floor.
"!!!"
Sparks of rage ignited in Park Jun-hyun's bloodshot eyes.
- No! Aaagh! Noooo! Jun-hyun! Jun-hyun! Save me! Save meeee!!!
- Not inside! Don't cum inside! Aaagh! No! Please!
His girlfriend's tearing screams, echoing in his head hundreds of times, resounded again. His body surged forward.
"You fucking bastard!"
Park Jun-hyun bellowed hoarsely and charged into the side path.
The middle-aged man glanced back at the unfamiliar roar of fury echoing through the alley, but Park Jun-hyun's eyes fixed on one thing.
The man's swollen cock, primed to burst with a single thrust, moments from dumping its load into the woman below.
"Wha...?!"
The man's panicked voice rang out, but his descending hips had momentum, plunging between her legs.
Not this time—I'm not too late!
Explosive heat erupted from Park Jun-hyun's body. Boundless rage, regrets, and guilt fueled his back and legs.
The instant the swollen cock pierced her and ballooned to release—
WHAM!
"Aaagh?!"
Park Jun-hyun lunged, shoving the rapist off her.
The man's agonized scream mingled with the cock yanked from her body, already past the limit, spewing thick white semen.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
"Ah...?!"
Its force was such that it would've reached her womb if unleashed inside. But thwarted by Park Jun-hyun, it splattered futilely across her belly and breasts.
The screaming woman, pressure gone, let out a dazed sound at the hot semen coating her body. Stunned, she stared blankly at the two tangled men collapsed beside her, drenched in the rapist's load.
"What the fuck?!"
The middle-aged man—Kang Jeong-min, the counter clerk at the Sleeping Motel—was thrown into chaos by the sudden intruder.
"Haa! Haa! You piece of trash!"
Park Jun-hyun, having poured every ounce into that moment, felt his limbs go limp, collapsing and crawling on the ground.
But his ferocious glare at Kang Jeong-min vividly conveyed his murderous rage.
"Hic...?!"
Kang Jeong-min cowered before the young man's unfocused, fury-filled eyes.
Whether from bumping something in the fall or tension sapping his strength, Park Jun-hyun crawling to grab him was pathetic yet terrifying.
"Damn it! That bastard said I could raw her, but what is this?! He fucking tricked me!"
Kang Jeong-min hastily pulled up his pants, cursing Kim Il-woo who'd set this up, and fled.
"Haa! Haa...! Fuck... stop right there?!"
Face flushed crimson with rage, Park Jun-hyun tried to chase, but shock left his limbs powerless; he crumpled again.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
Only his heaving breaths echoed quietly in the dark alley.
Tears streaming, Park Jun-hyun laughed, face-down on the ground.
Did I save her...?
The nameless middle-aged man had already defiled her body. But he'd guarded the final line.
A profound sense of accomplishment and elation welled up, worlds apart from his helpless sobs hearing his girlfriend's rape screams.
"..."
To reassure the silent woman slumped behind him, Park Jun-hyun forced himself up.
"Haa... haa... you okay...?"
Suppressing his ragged breaths to seem less threatening, he asked after the rape victim—then froze.
Tears poured from eyes widening in shock. The faint smile of triumph twisted rigid.
"......Ara's mom?"
"J-Jun-hyun... ah..."
The two who should never meet had.