Kim Jeong-pil strode forward and delivered a light blow to Taeui’s chin. He struck precisely at the tip of his jaw, rattling his head. His vision, already spinning, swayed unsteadily.“You cowardly, despicable bastard—next time you do this, be ready to end my life. I’ll really kill you later…!”Despite the dizziness, Taeui spat out curses relentlessly, but in his weakened state he had no chance against the man who usually matched him blow for blow. As Kim Jeong-pil had warned, the drug’s effects were already fading—Taeui felt his vision clearing little by little. If he could rest even for a few minutes, he’d recover quickly.But Kim Jeong-pil knew that too. Without giving him a moment’s respite, he twisted Taeui’s arm behind his back and bound it. The coarse, unyielding rope bit into his wrist.Having any part of your body deprived of freedom was intensely uncomfortable—arms especially, which you used unconsciously at every turn. Even running or making a sudden movement meant painstakingly maintaining balance.“Second Lieutenant Kim—Captain is too good for you—what the hell’s your problem? What stunt are you trying to pull? You’ve been suspiciously quiet for days, so what’s the deal, you filthy bastard?”Luckily his tongue still worked despite the stiffness. If his mouth had seized up on top of everything, he might have exploded from frustration. He was nearly at that point.Kim Jeong-pil shoved Taeui into the martial-arts hall, followed and locked the door, then snorted at Taeui’s curses as if they didn’t register.“I’ve been thinking, you lousy bastard. Once training’s over and you head home, I’ll never see you again. Where am I supposed to vent this fucking resentment?”“Why are you taking out your shitty mood on me, you insane fuck?!”“Because of you, you filthy homo!!”Kim Jeong-pil shouted, eyes gleaming unnaturally, laughing one moment and roaring the next. He didn’t seem entirely sane—but neither did he appear completely unhinged. Taeui couldn’t fathom why he was doing this.No—it wasn’t sudden. He was always a rotten bastard. Taeui muttered silently, glaring back.“What does my orientation have to do with you, you bigot!”“I knew something was off about you from the start—going to clubs and not even looking at women, flirting with those hustlers instead. And now I find out you’re a homo, pulling the righteous, loyal act at the academy—why the hell!”Taeui was momentarily speechless. A hundred questions crowded his mind: What clubs? Which hustlers? When had he ever pretended to be loyal? And who said there’s anything wrong with being gay?“You’re rambling insane bullshit—are you out of your mind?!”Taeui yelled, and Kim Jeong-pil punched him in the gut with a not-so-powerful blow that still stole his breath. If his hands weren’t tied, he’d wrench that bastard’s neck.Fortunately the hurried knot wasn’t too tight. As he twisted his wrists, it loosened slightly, though not enough to slip free. The rough rope chafed his skin.“I’m gonna pin you down first—this drug’s wearing off.”From the small gym’s doorway came a distorted voice. A rope coiled around Taeui’s torso as the man approached, stopping a few paces away.“You asshole… I thought you might behave for once.”In front of him, Kim Jeong-pil twisted his lips into a grotesque grin. It wasn’t just a sneer—his eyes glinted with a feral light.“You think I coddled you because I liked you? I didn’t even know I’d told you those things! All this time, I thought you were making a move on me, you fucking homo. Lieutenant Kim, cut your delusions.”If he weren’t so distracted by the ropes, Taeui would have retaliated. But the insult stung.“You helped me? I never asked for your help. I thought you were sick of me flirting with you!”“If I’m such a bother, why did you stop me from quitting when I said I couldn’t handle academy life? Why did you say we’d get through it together, you lying bastard? And now you call me a homo, messing with my head!”Kim Jeong-pil’s rant escalated, and he slapped Taeui’s head. This time a real punch followed.“Shut up, you crazy bastard!”Taeui twisted his bound wrists, barely managing to stay upright despite the numbness. He might have been at a disadvantage, but if only his hands were free…“That’s enough!” Kim Jeong-pil hissed, and Taeui seized his chance, ruthlessly kicking the man’s shin with his boot. The blow drove Kim Jeong-pil to the floor with a cry.“You think you’re so clever? You pushed me the other day—you almost shot me, remember? It was self-defense, asshole.”Kim Jeong-pil hunched over his injured shin, gasping. He glared up with ragged breaths.“You think you’re safe because your gun’s bigger? Even through your clothes, it looked obscene. You’re a fucking pig, aren’t you?”Taeui spat insults as he kicked again. Kim Jeong-pil staggered, then, with a sudden burst of rage, sprinted forward and tackled him, knocking them both to the ground.“You like this, don’t you? All this rough stuff—you homo! Doesn’t it feel good when I fuck you like this?”“Cut the bullshit, Kim Jeong-pil!”Taeui tried to push him off, but Kim Jeong-pil twisted, grabbed his hair, and slammed his forehead into Taeui’s face. Stars exploded in front of Taeui’s eyes.“Oops—did I go too far?”Kim Jeong-pil ground out, then suddenly stopped and stared at Taeui with feral intensity. His voice dropped.“You wanna know how it feels? Fine—sleep on ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) it.”Before Taeui could react, Kim Jeong-pil ripped at his shirt buttons, tearing it open, then unbuckled his belt. Taeui managed a desperate kick to his midsection, but Kim Jeong-pil’s knee shot up into his stomach, forcing him to exhale sharply.“Scared now, aren’t you? Huh. You homos love this kind of thing, right? Doesn’t it feel good when I fuck you like this? Or are you pissed because I’ve been fucking your head instead of you?”“Kim Jeong-pil, I’ll kill you.”“You’re the one who’ll die first. Don’t scream like you’re enjoying it, you homo.”“You better stop right now!”Anticipating resistance, Kim Jeong-pil straddled Taeui’s thigh and yanked down his trousers. His hand plunged into Taeui’s underwear.Taeui’s mind went numb with fury. Once he’d break free, he would crush Kim Jeong-pil’s skull—no mercy.

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