The Beast’s Right to Exist
All afternoon, the studio door had stayed firmly shut.
The heavy silence that hung over the house was broken only by the vibration of a phone.
Buzz.
[Mina♥: Oppa... dinner’s ready. The food’s done.]
Seong-jun stared at the message for a long time in the dim room.
He wasn’t hungry.
But if he didn’t come out, Mina would only keep pacing in front of the door again.
Kimchi stew sat on the table.
He felt nothing at all.
Not even when he saw Mina hovering in front of him, restless and uneasy.
“......”
The two of them lifted their spoons in silence.
Clink. Tink.
The sound of metal striking the bowls rang out unnaturally loud.
Mina picked at her rice, stealing glances at Seong-jun over and over. Her bowl hardly seemed to empty at all.
Seong-jun, too, managed only a few forced mouthfuls of broth before setting his spoon down.
“I’m done.”
“Huh? Already? You’re not eating any more?”
Mina reached for him, but Seong-jun didn’t answer. He simply rose from the table.
He saw the shadow fall over her face, but he looked away.
If he met her eyes right then, he didn’t know what feeling might break loose inside him.
Seong-jun went back into the studio and shut the door.
For several minutes he sat there blankly in his chair without even turning on the computer.
Clink. Creeeak.
He heard the careful turn of the doorknob.
Seong-jun’s brow twitched.
Under normal circumstances, she would never have come in. Not disturbing him when he was in the studio was a rule Mina had made for herself.
But the door opened anyway.
“Oppa.”
Through the crack, Mina cautiously showed her face.
Seong-jun turned his chair around and gave her his back.
“I... have work to do.”
His voice came out cold. Or at least, he had tried to make it cold.
But Mina didn’t back away.
She noticed the monitor was off and walked toward him.
He heard rustling behind him, and then a warm body pressed against his back.
“You’re lying... You’re not working.”
Mina’s voice trembled, wet with tears.
She came around to the side of his chair and sank to the floor in front of him.
Below Seong-jun’s gaze, Mina looked up at him.
Her eyes were full of guilt and desperation, of the need to somehow soothe her husband’s mood.
“Oppa... I’m the one who’s sorry. Just now, I... I didn’t even realize how you felt. I’m sorry.”
Her hand came to rest on his knee.
“Please, don’t be mad, okay? I’ll do whatever you want... whatever Oppa wants.”
Seong-jun nearly laughed.
Whatever he wanted?
Did she have any idea what his desire even was?
But he kept his mouth shut.
If he shoved her away here, Mina looked like she might truly collapse.
Mina took his silence for permission. Her trembling hand slowly moved toward the waistband of his training pants.
“I’ll... do something that makes you feel good.”
With practiced hands, but with far more care than usual, Mina pulled his pants down.
Unlike Seong-jun’s cooled-off heart, his cock stood hard and angry, jutting out at once.
Mina gathered it in both hands as tenderly as though it were fragile glass.
“Can I... suck Oppa’s dick?”
She didn’t wait for an answer.
Her red lips parted slowly.
A mouth warm and wet took the tip of his glans inside. Her tongue wrapped softly around the shaft, and the flesh inside her cheeks enveloped him in a lingering warmth.
Slurp, shhh, smack.
The naked sounds of friction echoed through the quiet room.
Mina stared at him, her eyes lifted.
Oppa, I’m sorry. I’ll do better. So please don’t hate me.
That obedient, devoted gaze.
Normally, it would have made him feel as though he had everything in the world.
But not now.
That soft movement of her tongue, that look overflowing with love, churned something ugly inside him.
It’s Oppa, after all.
That damn hallucination buzzed in his ear.
This wasn’t sex. It was “comfort.”
Mina wasn’t sucking his cock right now; she was just “taking care of her husband’s mood.”
Should I just make you swallow this and get lost?
His twisted resentment lifted its head.
If you were going to treat me like a “safe husband” like that, then I’d become a “thoughtless male” for you.
Seong-jun’s hand reached for the back of Mina’s head. Not with his usual gentleness, but with a rough grip, as if he were someone else entirely.
“......!”
Mina’s eyes shook. She tried to pull away from the pain of hair being yanked, but Seong-jun wouldn’t allow it.
He growled the words out low.
“Suck it properly.”
Seong-jun forced her head down, while his other hand shoved harshly under her shirt.
Mina’s breasts, fitting perfectly in his hand, seemed already prepared, rising up as they tickled his palm.
So you’ll match anything I want?
Seong-jun felt his stubborn pride stirring.
He squeezed her breast and jerked his hips, and his furious cock rammed mercilessly deep into Mina’s throat.
“Mmph! Khhk! Nghh!”
The sudden deep-throat made tears spring to Mina’s eyes. The choking sensation, the foreign object crowding her airway, brought up a physiological gag.
Mina thrashed, but Seong-jun didn’t loosen his grip on her hair.
It wasn’t some grand sadistic pleasure.
It was a petty protest.
A sulky complaint that the husband she loved wasn’t here right now.
“Deeper. Your teeth are touching.”
Seong-jun made unreasonable demands as he drove his hips forward and back.
Even as saliva dripped from her mouth, Mina clutched Seong-jun’s thigh tight and desperately took in the brutal rhythm.
Choking sounds mixed with Mina’s saliva and tears, soaking Seong-jun’s cock.
Her face turned bright red, and guttural sounds rasped deep in her throat.
Seong-jun yanked back hard on the hair he was holding.
“Nghhh...! Haa... haa...”
Mina’s head was forced back, and the cock buried deep in her throat was jolted free.
Sticky, transparent saliva stretched between her lips and the glans, then snapped with a wet break.
Seong-jun panted harshly and looked down at her face.
A face flushed red from lack of breath.
Her eyes were bloodshot, brimming with tears.
At the corners of her mouth, pre-cum and saliva were smeared into a filthy mess, dripping down beneath her chin.
Seong-jun felt satisfied with the result of the cruelty he had made.
But with that ruined face, Mina looked up at him and gave a faint smile.
“Cough... haa... haa... Oppa... did that cheer you up a little...?”
Her eyes weren’t asking for relief from pain.
It was relief that she had taken her husband’s anger into her own body. And there, mixed with a smile that seemed to find even Seong-jun’s feral expression endearing, was devotion and happiness.
What she was still looking at was a kind husband.
At that moment, something hot surged up deep inside Seong-jun’s chest.
So you can still smile like that?
Fine. Let’s see how far you can smile.
“Get up.”
Seong-jun hauled in a rough breath, seized Mina by the arm, and forced her to stand.
Then he shoved her onto the desk in the studio.
Crash.
The keyboard and mouse on the desk were sent skidding, and the notebooks piled there spilled violently to the floor.
“O- Oppa...?”
Mina looked at him in alarm, but instead of answering, Seong-jun pressed her upper body flat against the desk.
Her cheek was crushed against the cold desktop.
Seong-jun yanked down Mina’s track pants and underwear together, all the way to her ankles.
Her white, luscious ass was exposed helplessly.
“Ahh! Hng...”
Of course, he skipped foreplay.
He roughly rubbed his cock, already wet and slick with saliva and arousal from the earlier deep-throat, against the damp cleft between Mina’s thighs.
Then, without hesitation, he drove into her from behind in one hard thrust.
Thunk! Squelch!
“Ahn! Oppa...!”
The violent penetration came before she was ready. Mina’s upper body pitched forward as she screamed.
But Seong-jun didn’t stop. He slammed his hips into her without mercy.
Thud, thud, thud!
The sound of flesh striking flesh rang through the studio.
You’re fine, aren’t you? It’s me, after all. Right?
Seong-jun asked this as he gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises.
He didn’t need the image of a black man, and he didn’t need a middle-aged-man act.
Ironically, his rage stripped away the shell of the “kind husband.”
He wasn’t pretending anymore. He was truly ravaging his wife.
But Mina’s reaction only made Seong-jun feel more miserable.
“Haah! Ah! Oppa! It feels good! Hng... do whatever you want! Just do whatever Oppa wants!”
Even while in pain, Mina pushed her hips back farther.
Her vaginal walls clamped around Seong-jun’s cock with terrifying skill, matching his brutal piston-thrusts.
Her body had already been trained by Seong-jun.
Even rough violence was accepted as “intense sex,” and she was spilling obscene slickness everywhere.
You still feel it in a situation like this? Even while I’m doing this to you?
What made him even more insane was that he himself was finding comfort in that familiar pleasure.
It was too soft. Too warm.
This perfect sexual compatibility, this merciless acceptance, kept turning Seong-jun into a loser again.
You can swallow even my filthy darkness that easily and purify it like that?
Mina’s purification meant the loss of all meaning for Seong-jun.
He was swept up in a hollow sense of defeat.
Now there was only one place left to go.
Drip.
Seong-jun abruptly pulled out of the cock he’d been pounding.
“Haa... huh? Why...?”
Mina turned her head back with a disappointed, glazed look and asked him.
Without answering, Seong-jun brought the wet tip of his cock to the narrow, wrinkled hole closed tight between Mina’s buttocks.
The anus.
No enema, no lubricant, no preparation of any kind.
As the hot glans pressed against the sphincter, Mina’s body jolted rigid.
“O- Oppa? Wait, there... no, don’t! I’m not prepared!”
Mina cried out in alarm and tried to pull her hips away.
It wasn’t because it hurt.
“It’s dirty... I’m telling you!”
She shouted in panic.
But Mina’s refusal only excited Seong-jun’s lust further. Dirty didn’t matter. No, if anything, he wanted it to be dirty.
“Stay still.”
Seong-jun said it flatly and braced his waist, forcing his way in.
Even with slippery arousal coating him, that tiny back entrance did not easily admit such a massive intruder.
“Ahhk!! It hurts!! Oppa!!”
Real screams burst from Mina’s mouth.
The pain of live flesh being forced open. Her body flailed on the desk like a freshly caught fish.
Seong-jun did not stop.
“Hhhnngh...!”
He clenched his teeth too. The tightly gripping sphincter squeezed his cock hard.
The sensation of flesh being pushed aside, of the mucous membrane screaming, traveled along his shaft straight into his brain.
Once he was buried to the root, Mina’s body went stiff as a board.
“Hhk... hhh... sob... wait a second... Oppa...”
Mina clenched her pale hands hard. Her whole body trembled, rigid and shaking.
But she didn’t shove Seong-jun away. She didn’t struggle.
Holding back tears, she bit her lip and endured it for her husband’s sake.
Seong-jun closed his eyes.
The gritty pressure and the humiliation pressed down on his pleasure. He swallowed it whole and kept driving his hips.
This was no longer sex.
It was the final contest.
How far I can fall, and how far you can forgive me under the name of “husband.”
Creak, grind.
It wasn’t a wet sound anymore, but a rough, dry friction.
“Ahk! Ah! Ahhn! Nghhh...”
The pained groaning soon began to change in a strange way.
Every time Seong-jun’s cock pierced through the sphincter, Mina’s waist twitched.
Her body, finding pleasure even in pain, and her devotion to her husband made even this possible.
“Haa... Oppa... are you going to cum in my butt?”
Even while being violated, Mina begged for confirmation of his affection.
Seong-jun could no longer hold back.
The cocktail of guilt, conquest, and his wife’s submission scorched his brain.
Not love, not pleasure, but warped desire drew the semen out of him.
“I’m cumming...!!”
After a few brutal piston-thrusts, he reached his limit.
Seong-jun grabbed Mina’s hips and drove his cock as deep as it could go.
“Huuuhk! Ah! Ah! It’s hot...!”
Mina twisted her body and cried out.
Seong-jun’s hot semen flooded into her intestines all at once.
At the weight of the alien fluid surging and squirming inside her, Mina arched and trembled in thin shudders.
Seong-jun pressed his forehead to her back and panted harshly.
When the storm of his release ended, an awkward atmosphere heavier than any silence before it settled in.
A little later, Seong-jun slowly withdrew.
As his cock slipped free, the sphincter that had been forced open gaped and struggled to close again.
Through that gap, white semen, clear arousal, and a little contaminated fluid mixed together and dribbled down, wetting Mina’s thighs.
Mina, still sprawled over the desk, painfully lifted her upper body.
Her face was streaked with tears and sweat. Her hair was disheveled, stuck to her cheeks.
“Haa... haa... Oppa...”
She grabbed a tissue from the desk and wiped away the semen and filth that had spilled between her buttocks.
Then she looked at Seong-jun and gave him a strained smile.
Seong-jun flinched and tried to avoid her eyes.
But Mina’s lips moved.
“I’m glad... Oppa came.”
The sacrifice of enduring pain and humiliation for her husband’s petty anger.
The care that accepted even the dregs of vulgar desire as her husband’s love.
That was love.
“It was dirty, wasn’t it? I’m sorry...”
Mina swayed to her feet and hugged Seong-jun.
Seong-jun froze.
This was a complete defeat.
No.
From the beginning, this had been a fight he was having alone,
and a defeat he was taking alone.
He couldn’t bring himself to return the embrace of the wife who was holding him.
The beast that had been rampaging, about to tear apart Seong-jun’s hypocrisy and Mina’s devotion, hid itself again, tucking its tail between its legs as it peeked at its master’s face.
Seong-jun, having returned to the place of the “kind husband,” was left standing there, all alone.
And soon, a tsunami of guilt too heavy to bear came crashing in.
“......”
He looked down at Mina.
Disheveled hair. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes.
Her buttocks were red and swollen. The residue of lust streamed down her thigh.
These miserable traces were the truth of what he had done to his wife.
His hands trembled.
Seong-jun lowered his shaking hands and carefully wrapped Mina’s wet back in his arms.
“......No.”
His voice broke as it came out.
“It was good... I’m sorry... I’m sorry, Mina.”
“Hehe, that’s a relief... I really liked it too, Oppa.”
The impossible sincerity in Mina’s voice as she spoke from inside his arms was so dazzling that Seong-jun couldn’t bear to face it.
He held her even tighter.
He never wanted to leave her.
And yet the place that truly suited him might not be by her side at all, but at the side of a frightened dog.
Unlike Mina’s relieved wish, Seong-jun took one step away from the light and into the dark.