Huh??
“………Ueeehh…………….”
“Haa, haa♡ Hey, unnie… I think the puppy’s completely lost it~ haaahn♡”
“Right? His eyes are totally unfocused.”
Hayun and I had already taken turns riding the puppy well past the double digits. Even when his sticky semen barely came out anymore, the drugs kept him in heat, forcing his cock hard so we could keep going.
Hayun must have been exhausted; she lay sprawled on the bed, breathing hard.
“………Euhh…… kkuup…….”
“Puppy’s coming again—coming coming coming coming aah♡!!!”
—Pssshhh!!! Psshh!!!
I came hard, dirtying the puppy’s body all over again—already soaked in Hayun’s juices and mine—with another fierce gush of my own.
“Hnnngh♡ Puppyyy♡ I love this so much—I wanna dirty him again and again♡”
“……Uh, uhh……….”
The weak little moan he made when my fluids hit him told me he liked it too. Freshly sensitive from climaxing, I started moving my pussy without mercy again, wanting to spray more of my juices all over him and soil him further.
In the quiet of dawn, when everyone else was deep asleep, I began climbing the villa stairs one careful step at a time. Sensor lights flicked on as I passed, and as I neared the top floor I pressed the disposable master key I’d bought on the black market against the door lock.
Numbers flashed wildly across the pad; then the lock clicked open and a thin trail of smoke curled out of the mechanism.
I opened the door as naturally as if I were walking into my own home—and knew at once.
The reek of semen and female fluids that slammed into my nose only stoked my rage higher. Still wearing my shoes, I stepped carefully inside.
Not a sound came from within the apartment.
I silenced my footsteps and eased open the door to the room where that lewd smell was strongest…
And there he was—my beloved Oppa—with not one but two naked women asleep right beside him.
Those fucking bitches.
The glass bottles scattered across the floor and the fluids splattered over Oppa’s body—his wrists still cuffed in bondage restraints—told me exactly how thoroughly they had raped him.
I wanted to kill them right then and there. I wanted to wrap my hands around those fucking bitches’ throats and snuff the life out of them on the spot.
My blood ran scalding hot. I forced down the fury that threatened to make me retch from pure disgust and quietly approached Oppa’s side.
“………Uhh…… uugh… ha…… uuuh…….”
“Oppa…….”
How much had he suffered…?
Once, the mere fact that he’d shared his body with any woman other than me would have driven me into a rage. But look at him now. Compared to the last time I’d seen him, he was gaunt—wasted away from everything those whore-like bitches had put him through.
Even my anger began to drain away. All I could think about was nursing him back to health for a while.
“Let’s go home now…….”
They were only SM cuffs; a firm yank shattered them. I scooped Oppa up in a princess carry and slipped carefully back out.
“I should have done better…… I… I should have taken better care of him…….”
If I hadn’t looked away even for a moment, my beloved Oppa would never have ended up like this.
I’d been too arrogant…
The second I finally had the Oppa I loved in my hands, I’d grown complacent and acted as if nothing could go wrong. Who would have thought that would leave me with this much regret?
As I carried him down the stairs, the cold wind from outside made his body shudder.
“Ah—sorry, Oppa. I’ll warm you up soon.”
I’d completely forgotten he was naked and hadn’t even given him anything to cover himself with. I quickly opened the back seat of the car, wrapped him in a blanket so he could get warm, and buckled him in.
“We’re going home now, Oppa.”
I drove through the deep-night roads and brought him into the officetel I had bought with my own money. Even if it was the middle of the night and no one was watching, I didn’t want anyone seeing Oppa’s body. I swaddled him tightly in the blanket so not a single inch of bare skin showed, carried him out of the parking garage, and took him up into the apartment.
He must have been utterly spent—no matter how much I moved while holding him, he never once stirred.
Once inside, I cranked the boiler high to warm the place, then carried him straight into the bathroom to wash away every trace of those women still clinging to him.
“Ahh…… Oppa… how could they really….”
His cock was swollen an angry red, and the skin of his thighs had turned purple from how violently they’d raped him. Looking at him like this made my blood boil all over again; I could barely breathe.
I should have killed them then….
I should have killed those bitches the moment they finished raping him. Leaving them alive only meant that every time I saw what they’d done to Oppa, the images flooded my mind again—those two whores laughing while they forced him, wringing him dry against his begging, pumping him full of drugs.
My stomach turned. Nausea surged up my throat.
“Oppa…… I’m sorry…… I… I’ll do better from now on….”
I’d been so focused on punishing the Oppa who ran from me that I’d even found a place with perfect soundproofing to lock him away—and yet seeing him like this made my heart go soft.
Just……
Just stay by my side, Oppa. That’s all I need….
From now on I won’t do anything you hate. No more injections. No more threats about killing Mom and Dad. Just stay next to me.
If I ever have to see you like this again, I really think I’ll go insane.
“So please… never run away again, Oppa.”
I washed every last sticky trace of those fluids from Oppa’s body with my own hands, carefully, inch by inch.
“So annoying…… it still smells….”
Even now, a faint reek of those whore-like bitches seemed to linger. No matter how strongly scented the body wash and shampoo I used, the smell of their juices wouldn’t fully disappear.
Part of me wanted to drown that scent under my own fluids right then and there—but I forced the urge down, afraid Oppa would only be hurt again when he woke.
“Haaah…… let’s just sleep.”
I towel-dried him, carefully lifted him again, and carried him into the bedroom. After laying him on the bed, I lay down beside him. Naked skin to naked skin, sharing body heat, we fell asleep just like that.
—Squish. Squish.
I’d been exhausted from bringing Oppa home before dawn and bathing him—and yet someone kept kneading my breasts.
“Ugh… uuuhh…… stop iiit…….”
—Squish. Squish.
Even when I told them to stop, the hands kept groping my chest….
I don’t even keep a dog or a cat….
I rubbed both eyes with my hands and cracked my eyelids open to see who was touching me.
My breasts belong to Oppa.
As my eyes slowly focused, I saw something I could barely believe.
—Squish-squish.
“………”
The Oppa I had rescued from those whores last night was sucking on his own thumb and casually kneading my breasts.
“O-Oppa……?”
“………Slurp, slurp….”
He didn’t react to my voice at all—just kept sucking his finger and working my chest like soft clay.
“Oppa?? Wait—huh?”
I was so stunned I couldn’t even form words.
“Th-that’s… what… no… uuh….”
I needed to say something, but my brain refused to work properly in the face of what he was doing. Oppa paid me no mind whatsoever and simply kept groping my breasts this way and that.
How was I supposed to explain this?
There wasn’t a shred of lust in him. He was touching my chest with pure, childlike curiosity—exactly like a little kid, over and over.
“Oppa, stop touching.”
I caught his hand to make him quit. Oppa looked up at me, eyes already brimming.
“I-I… I’m gonna touch…… squishy-squishy… I-I’m gonna touch….”
“Huh?”
“Squishy-squishy… I’m gonna touch it… I said I’m gonna touch it…… h-hnn… hwaaaang—”
The moment I stopped him, Oppa stared up at me with tears welling and began to cry right in front of me.
“Ah! No no no—touch, touch, it’s okay, you can touch—”
“Hic…… h-hnnn……….”
The second I let go of his hand, Oppa—who had just burst into tears—went right back to kneading my breasts as if nothing had happened.
What is this??
I couldn’t make sense of the situation. Thinking it might be a dream, I pinched my own cheek hard—and it hurt. The sting was real enough to make my face throb, and yet I still couldn’t believe this was reality.
“Oppa??”
“……Slurp, slurp…….”
Even when I called him Oppa, there was no answer—only the wet sound of him sucking his finger.
“Junhi Oppa?”
“…Suck, suck…….”
What the fuck is this?
Had I taken something before I fell asleep? Or was this the dream people supposedly see before they die? Everything Oppa was doing right now looked exactly like the way he’d behaved as a little boy.
He’d had a thumb-sucking habit as a child that Mom and Dad could never break, and he’d always loved squishing anything soft and pliable. It was as if he’d gone right back to being that little kid.
And then there was this…
“Ugh… uuuhh…… I-I’m gonna touch iiit… squishy-squishy… I-I’m gonna touch it….”
Even the habit of bursting into tears the moment you grabbed his hand to stop him from touching something—every single behavior was like he’d regressed to childhood.
But why?