Too Late for Regrets (Extreme Abuse Warning)
The dull, violent sound of something being slammed down with a fist. Thud. It sounds exactly like someone getting beaten. Thud. The noise repeats at intervals of about two to three seconds. Thud.
Two women and one man occupy the same space. Thud. Looking closer, a large, imposing woman is straddling the man, pummeling him with her fists. Thud. It is truly a brutal, chilling sight. Thud.
Why is the man being beaten by a woman? Thud. What sin could he have committed to deserve such humiliation? Thud.
…
About five minutes had passed since the woman began hitting Minho. She seemed to have struck his face, shoulders, chest, and stomach with equal ferocity.
“Huuuuh… Fucking tiring to keep hitting him.”
For Minho, the hellish ordeal had finally ended. The woman complained that even beating someone wore her out, grabbing her wrist and slowly rotating it in circles. Thanks to that, Minho looked utterly pitiful to anyone watching—his body completely wrecked.
Juhyeon had only received one slap and had her hair grabbed, but Minho had been forced to endure a level of violence that couldn’t even be compared, all with his male body.
“………”
Of course, right after the beating started, he had been a sobbing, frantic mess. He tried blocking with his hands, even attempted to catch the flying fists. But none of it worked. The moment his clothes were ripped off, the merciless barrage followed. Minho had no choice but to endure the assault without understanding why.
Most of his upper body was covered in deep blue bruises. One eye was swollen shut, several teeth were broken, making his appearance grotesque, and his face was a complete mess from the constant nosebleed.
Drip. Drip. The nosebleed still hadn’t stopped, flowing steadily down his face.
“Sorry, my little cutie… If I don’t start by beating you, you’ll resist right away and that’s annoying. We’re gonna be seeing a lot of each other from now on… Think of this as education or something. Got it?”
“………”
Because of the severe beating, Minho had long since lost any expression. It was impossible to tell where his unfocused eyes were even looking.
“You gotta answer, right? Was that not enough?”
“N… Noooo…”
With his front teeth missing, leaving an empty gap, he barely opened his blood-soaked mouth and answered in a faint voice.
“Haaa… This is so fucking hot… Hnnngh…”
Slide. Sliiide. She rubbed her crotch against Minho’s stomach, unable to control her arousal.
“Alright, get it up now.”
“……H… Howwww…”
There probably weren’t many men who could get an erection while being beaten. Unless they had some twisted fetish, how many men could get hard while feeling pain?
Staring at Minho’s still-soft cock, the woman gave her next order.
“Who gives a shit? Jerk it off, play with my tits, whatever—just get it hard. I’ll give you thirty seconds.”
It was cruel. The victim had to put in the effort himself to get hard so he could be raped by the woman.
With a heart full of despair, Minho began stroking his own cock with his hand.
Slide. Sliiide. Sliiiide. It wasn’t getting hard easily. His whole body stung and ached, the pain still sharp.
“Why isn’t it getting up? When you were acting all tough and rejecting me at the convenience store, you didn’t think it’d come to this, did you? Huh? You fucking pathetic excuse for a man, acting all bitchy and turning me down like some worthless piece of shit.”
It seemed their first meeting had been at the convenience store. Of course, it hadn’t been a good encounter for Minho, but for the woman, it was a golden opportunity—she had found a man she rarely got to see.
Men were already scarce. Most of those few men were already married or in relationships, and their wives or girlfriends didn’t even allow them to go outside alone. Men were rarely ever seen by themselves. They were almost always accompanied by their lovers or spouses. If they couldn’t be accompanied, they were kept inside or assigned private bodyguards to ensure they were always with a woman.
The reason was simple. It was obvious what kind of disaster would befall a man who went out alone.
Yet despite living in such a world, Minho had been working alone. There was another female clerk beside him, but she was no match for the woman who had set her sights on him. The woman waited until Minho’s shift ended and then approached him.
Just as she said, Minho had rejected her as much as possible. But she followed him all the way home. Of course, using force to kidnap him was an option, but the security in Gyeongseong wasn’t so bad that someone could drag a man off the street in broad daylight without consequences.
That’s right. She had deliberately let him go home. So she could rape him at her leisure, without anyone interfering.
“That’s it, you can do it~”
Minho repeated the piston-like motion with his hand as vigorously as he could and finally, barely managed to force his cock to harden. It wasn’t a full, proud erection born from genuine arousal, but it was hard enough for penetration.
Pat. Pat. She gently stroked Minho’s head as if praising him for doing a good job. It was a tenderness that made it hard to believe she was the same woman who had just beaten him senseless.
Slide. She grabbed his now-hard cock with her hand. Lifting her hips slightly, she aligned the tip with the entrance of her pussy.
Squuuueeeelch. The glans pushed the flesh apart as it forced its way inside.
“Haaaaaaaang…”
She finally succeeded in taking him in completely. The woman let out a sweet moan and began rocking her hips back and forth.
“Hnnngh… Hnng♥ How long has it been since I’ve had a cock… Fuck… Haaat…”
“………”
Minho simply stared at the ceiling with unfocused eyes. Did he feel nothing? Still, it seemed he wasn’t completely numb—he would occasionally frown slightly.
Slap. Slap. Her hip movements were surprisingly skilled. From the way she said it had been a while, it didn’t seem like this was her first time.
“Hnnng… Haaaaat… Aaaang.”
Whether Minho felt anything or not, the woman kept shaking her hips. It was one-sided pleasure. That’s right. Minho was being raped by a woman he had met for the first time today. And right in front of his ex-girlfriend…
“Heuuugh… Mmm, chuup.”
Chuuuup. Chuuuup. She leaned forward and stole his lips this time. He gave in easily, as if he had already given up. Their saliva mixed and traveled back and forth between their mouths.
“There’s so much blood in your mouth. Haaat… That makes me even hornier… Haaat♥”
She casually revealed one of her fetishes. What kind of perversion got her off from the taste of blood?
“Paha… So? How is it? Better than your ex, right? Hmm?”
“………”
“Hey now? Hnnngh… Not gonna answer me?”
Minho remained silent at the question comparing her to his ex-girlfriend.
“Big sis likes hitting while fucking too… Should we try that? Aang…”
Slide. Minho, who had been staring only at the ceiling, slowly turned his head to the side. Specifically, toward the front door. His eyes regained a bit of focus.
“…!”
Juhyeon flinched when she received his gaze. She was still standing in the exact same spot.
Minho’s eyes briefly captured Juhyeon before shifting to the cold, untouched breakfast she had left on the table near the entrance—the meal he had prepared for her that morning. The side dish containers were still sealed, the rice had dried out and hardened, the seaweed had lost its crispiness and turned soggy long ago, and the spam didn’t look very appetizing either.
After staring at that table for a moment, Minho finally broke his silence.
“J… Juhyeon… ah… D… Did it… taste… good…?”
“……?”
At first, she couldn’t understand what he meant. Out of nowhere, asking if it tasted good—what was he talking about?
“I… I worked really hard to learn… and made it… the rose pasta… H… How… was it…?”
“……!”
Finally, a memory surfaced in Juhyeon’s mind. Right at the very beginning of their relationship, Minho had practiced cooking even though he wasn’t good at it. He remembered that Juhyeon liked rose pasta, so he practiced hard in this very studio apartment. And there had been that day when he first served it to her here.
Juhyeon remembered it clearly. For a beginner, it had tasted excellent, and she had eaten it with satisfaction. Minho had looked at her with such happiness in his eyes. That fresh, happy memory from the early days of their romance—Minho was recalling it right now.
No, to be precise, it wasn’t so much that he was recalling it. His brain was mistaking the current situation for that day, that place. Avoidance. Minho’s mind, overwhelmed by extreme pain and stress, had begun to escape from reality. This was not an act. Minho had truly returned to that day, that moment, all by himself. Only his exhausted, pain-ridden body remained in the present…
Minho had already broken mentally.
His first girlfriend. She had been his first girlfriend. Even if, to Juhyeon, he had been nothing more than one of many men who passed through her life, to Minho, Juhyeon had been that precious.
“Hehehehe… H… How is it? Tasty, right?? H… Wha… What… Wait… But… why… are you… standing… at the door…?”
The woman paused her hip movements for a moment, sensing that something was very wrong with Minho’s deranged—no, completely broken—state.
“Haaa… Huuu… What the hell? What’s wrong with him?”
Even the woman felt a slight chill. A smile was spread across Minho’s face. He was grinning brightly, as if he were incredibly happy. It didn’t look like the face of someone being raped.
“W… When… did you go over there…? Is… is something… wrong…?”
“………”
Drip. Drop. Large tears began falling from Juhyeon’s eyes without her realizing it. What had she done? She had cheated on such a kind-hearted boyfriend and given him an irreversible wound. She had thought of Minho as nothing more than one of the many men who passed through her life. But if someone asked whether there had truly been no happy moments during their relationship, that wasn’t the case. When she first ate the rose pasta he made, she had felt genuine happiness. She had realized then that he was different from the trashy men who only approached her for her body.
Of course, even that lovingly made rose pasta had eventually become something she grew tired of in the later stages of their relationship, refusing to even touch it when he made it. But now she truly realized what she had done to Minho all this time.
“Huuu… Huuuuuuuugh…… Huu… uuuuuu… I… I’m sorryyyyy……”
It was the first time she had ever apologized to Minho since they started dating. Up until now, Minho had been the one apologizing to her countless times. But for the first time, Juhyeon felt the weight of her conscience. And she offered a sincere apology. It seemed she still had at least the minimum amount of human decency left.
“W… Why… whyyyy… are you… crying? Hnnng?”
Minho looked at her with genuine worry for his girlfriend, confused by the sudden tears from Juhyeon.
But…
“These fucking bitches…”
How much better would it have been if she had apologized just a little sooner…
Slide. At the woman straddling him calling out, Minho’s head turned back to its original position.
“Your girlfriend is me now, Minho.”
The quick-witted woman had instantly grasped Minho’s broken mental state.
“Ah… Huh? B… But just now… you were… over by the door…?”
“How can you look away when you’re doing it with your girlfriend? Minho, hmm?”
“S… Sorryyyyy… W… When… did we… start… d… doing it…?”
It seemed that in Minho’s eyes right now, the woman raping him looked like Juhyeon.
“You need to focus… My Minho… Haaaaahng♥”
She started moving her hips again.
“Hng… How is it? Does it feel good?”
“Y… Yeah… Our… Juhyeon… is so good…”
“No, I changed my name. My name is now Kang Jiseon.”
“R… Really? W… When… did you… change… your name…”
“I… really like it when you call my naaame… during sex…♥…”
She was terrifyingly quick-witted. She was using Minho’s shattered mind to replace Juhyeon’s place from ‘the happiest time of their relationship’ with herself.
“J… Jiseon-ah… Ngh…”
Juhyeon was gone now. The girlfriend inside Minho was no longer Juhyeon.
“S… Stopppp……”
Thud. At that horrifying scene, Juhyeon finally collapsed to the floor. She cried and begged, far too late.
“Please stop… Huuugh… Give Minho back……”
“Ah, fuck.”
Grab. Slide. The woman picked up a small cushion nearby and placed it over Minho’s eyes as he tried to turn his head toward the entrance. Then she briefly pulled his cock out of her pussy.
“W… Why… whyyyy…?”
“Minho, wait a second. I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick.”
“F… From the bathroooom… what… s… sound…”
“I said wait, didn’t I?”
She cut off his suspicion with a harsh, terrifying voice.
“O… Okay…”
Minho, who had always been weak to his girlfriend, obediently listened to her words.
Thud. Thud. Thud. The completely naked woman walked toward Juhyeon.
Grab. Clench. She violently seized Juhyeon’s wrist and yanked her upward. Juhyeon was forced to stand up from where she had collapsed.
“Hey, get the fuck out.”
“Huuugh… P… Please give him backkkkk……”
“Pfft, what the hell is this crazy bitch saying?”
Beep. Click. The woman pressed the door lock button and flung the front door open. She didn’t seem to mind at all that her naked body might be visible from outside.
Thuuud. Without mercy, she kicked Juhyeon’s body with her bare foot, throwing her out. The powerful kick sent her flying backward helplessly, slamming into the wall across the hallway.
“Huuuuuuuuuuugh……”
Juhyeon, collapsed outside the door, continued to cry endlessly, blaming her past self. Of course, it was far too late. It was too late to regret now.
The woman who had thrown Juhyeon out—no, Minho’s new girlfriend—reminded her of that fact with a warning.
“This is our house now, so if you come back, I’ll really chop you up and bury you in the mountain behind us. Got it?”
She spat out the terrifying threat without the slightest hesitation.
Grab. She took hold of the door handle to close it but added a few more mocking words to Juhyeon, who was sprawled on the floor.
“Still, thanks a lot, bitch. You saved me the trouble of training him.”
The door slowly closed.
“You should’ve treated him right while you had him, you stupid bitch.”
BANG!
The door finally slammed shut completely.
Juhyeon remained on the floor, staring blankly at the now-closed door with tear-filled eyes. One minute… Two minutes… Three minutes passed, but she stayed exactly like that.
Whether it was because Minho’s studio apartment had poor soundproofing, or because Minho and the woman were having extremely intense sex, the woman’s moans mercilessly pounded against Juhyeon’s eardrums.
“Haaaaahng… Aaaaaang…!”
The obscene moans echoed all the way down the hallway.
“Minhooo…! I love youuuu♥”
About a week had passed since the world changed because of Siwu… Juhyeon had lost her boyfriend. Just like the ex-boyfriends she had used and discarded without hesitation in the past… This time, Juhyeon was the one who had been thrown away.