chapter 66 TW -18+

As Caesar continued his relentless movement, Eun-jae's face remained hidden beneath the pillow, his body trembling with each thrust. Caesar's eyes gleamed with amusement as he gazed down at Eun-jae, his expression twisted into a cruel grin. He let out a low, husky chuckle, the sound sending shivers down Eun-jae's spine.

With a swift motion, Caesar grabbed the pillow and tossed it aside, revealing Eun-jae's tear-streaked face. Eun-jae's hands instinctively rose to cover his face, as if to hide from the reality of his situation. His moans were muffled, his voice barely audible as he whispered, "Nghh mhhmm..."

Caesar's face drew closer, his breath hot against Eun-jae's skin. "Remove your hand from your face, Eun-jae," he whispered, his voice low and menacing. "Let me see those pleading, beautiful eyes." Eun-jae's hands remained in place, his fingers trembling as he tried to shield himself from Caesar's gaze.

With a sudden movement, Caesar grasped Eun-jae's wrists, holding them together in a tight grip. He pinned Eun-jae's hands beneath his own, rendering him helpless. Then, with a swift and brutal thrust, Caesar plunged deep into Eun-jae's body.

Eun-jae's eyes flew open, his pupils dilating as he felt the searing pain. "Aaah... too deep... d-deep, stop it," he moaned, his voice cracking with desperation. Caesar's chuckle was like a knife to Eun-jae's soul, twisting the pain into a living, breathing thing.

As Caesar continued his relentless assault, Eun-jae's mind reeled with thoughts of escape, of freedom. He thought of his life before this moment, of the choices he had made, of the paths he had taken. He thought of the people he loved, of the people he had lost. And he thought of the desperation that had driven him to this point, to this moment of utter helplessness.

"Why is this happening to me?" Eun-jae thought, his mind racing with questions. "What did I do to deserve this? Is this my punishment? Is this my fate?" The thoughts swirled in his mind like a maelstrom, pulling him down into the depths of despair.

As Caesar's thrusts grew harder, more brutal, Eun-jae's body began to feel like it was being torn apart. He felt like he was being ripped in two, his mind shattered by the horror of what was happening. His thoughts were a jumbled mess of fear, pain, and desperation.

"Geumando... i goemur-a...!" Eun-jae's voice trembled, filled with anger and desperation. The words were a cry, a scream, a plea for mercy. But Caesar just chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement.

With a sudden movement, Caesar grasped Eun-jae's head, pushing it down, forcing him to watch as he thrust into his body. "Look, you see how you're taking my cock so well, huh?" Caesar said, his voice dripping with sadistic satisfaction.

Eun-jae's eyes were fixed on the sight, his mind reeling with horror. He felt like he was being forced to confront his own helplessness, his own powerlessness. His thoughts were a jumbled mess of fear, pain, and despair.

"Nghhh haah... st-... nghh," Eun-jae moaned, his voice barely audible. His body was trembling, his muscles clenched in agony. He felt like he was being pulled apart, his mind shattered by the horror of what was happening.

As Caesar continued his relentless assault, Eun-jae's thoughts grew more disjointed, more fragmented. He thought of his life, of his dreams, of his aspirations. He thought of the people he loved, of the people he had lost. And he thought of the desperation that had driven him to this point, to this moment of utter helplessness.

"Why can't I escape?" Eun-jae thought, his mind racing with desperation. "Why can't I flee? Why am I trapped in this living nightmare?" The thoughts swirled in his mind like a maelstrom, pulling him down into the depths of despair.

As the thrusts grew harder, more brutal, Eun-jae's body began to feel like it was being torn apart. He felt like he was being ripped in two, his mind shattered by the horror of what was happening. His thoughts were a jumbled mess of fear, pain, and desperation.

And yet, even in the midst of this chaos, Eun-jae's mind remained aware, remained conscious. He was aware of Caesar's movements, of the sound of his own ragged breathing, of the feeling of his heart pounding in his chest. He was aware of the pain, of the agony, of the horror that was overwhelming him.

Caesar's pace slowed, the heated rhythm of his movements turning deliberate, teasing. His breath came in slow, controlled exhales as he gazed down at Eun-jae, watching the way his body shivered beneath him. A low, satisfied sigh left his lips as he raked a hand through his tousled bblonde hair, pushing the damp strands away from his face. His fingers lingered for a moment, tension coiling in his shoulders before his gaze flicked downward.

His eyes locked onto Eun-jae's partially unbuttoned shirt, the fabric askew, exposing tantalizing glimpses of smooth, flushed skin. The sight alone sent a spark of something dark and possessive flickering in his chest. Without hesitation, he reached down and yanked the shirt open with a sharp tug.

The sound of buttons popping and bouncing off the floor barely registered over the rapid beating of Eun-jae's heart.

The dim chandelier overhead cast a golden glow over them, illuminating the sharp contrast between their bodies. The way Eun-jae's chest rose and fell erratically, the way his skin was damp with heat and anticipation, and then— Caesar's gaze landed on the small glint of silver.

A barbell piercing gleamed at the center of Eun-jae's nipple.

Something in Caesar's expression shifted. His eyes darkened, his breath catching slightly as he dragged his thumb over the cool metal, pressing just enough to make Eun-jae's body jolt.

A quiet whimper slipped from Eun-jae's parted lips, though whether from pleasure or embarrassment, even he wasn't sure.

His mind swam between reality and sensation, his body betraying him, his nerves too awake, too reactive. The heat of Caesar's touch, the intensity in his gaze, the way his fingers moved like they knew exactly how to unravel him—it was too much.

And then he saw it.

His heavy-lidded eyes fluttered open, and his vision blurred momentarily before sharpening onto the sight above him.

The ceiling.

A mirror.

His breath hitched. His throat ran dry as the image fully registered—the sight of himself pinned beneath Caesar, his body bare, exposed, vulnerable. Every detail reflected back at him, from the sheen of sweat glistening on his skin to the way Caesar moved against him, overwhelming and consuming.

Shit. I forgot about that.

A wave of panic surged through him.

His fingers twitched against the sheets, his pulse hammering in his ears. He turned his head sharply, trying to look away, escape, hide—but before he could fully shift his gaze, strong fingers caught his chin.

A firm, unyielding grip.

Caesar's touch was commanding, his thumb pressing lightly against Eun-jae's jaw, tilting his face back up—forcing him to look.

"Lift your face."

The command was smooth, spoken in a low, husky voice that sent shivers down Eun-jae's spine. His breath came in short, uneven pants, his chest heaving as his mind screamed at him to resist, to shut his eyes, to ignore the reflection staring back at him.

But Caesar's grip did not loosen.

His fingers held him in place, thumb stroking against his skin with a dangerous mixture of gentleness and control.

"Don't run from it," Caesar murmured, his tone calm yet utterly possessive. His fingers traced the sharp line of Eun-jae's jaw, his touch both soothing and inescapable.

Eun-jae's muscles tensed, his hands gripping the sheets as his reflection taunted him.

He could see everything.

The way his lips were swollen and slightly parted, the red flush that dusted his skin, the way his body moved helplessly beneath Caesar's touch.

He clenched his jaw. He didn't want to see.

He didn't want to watch himself unravel like this.

Didn't want to acknowledge how much he was losing control.

Caesar's smirk widened slightly, sensing his inner turmoil. He leaned in, his breath warm against Eun-jae's ear, his voice barely above a whisper—but each word sent a deep shudder through him.

"I made this room specially for you."

Eun-jae swallowed, his entire body stiffening at the weight of those words.

The mirrors weren't just there by coincidence.

They were intentional.

Every angle, every reflection—it was meant for him.

A deliberate design to make sure he saw everything.

The thought sent a pulse of something almost unbearable through his veins.

Caesar's fingers slid down, gripping his waist before pulling him closer, his movements suddenly rougher—deeper.

A startled gasp tore from Eun-jae's lips, his body arching as Caesar's grip tightened against his hips.

"So don't put it to waste."

The words were spoken against his skin, each syllable dripping with authority, with wicked amusement, with something raw and possessive.

Eun-jae clenched his fists. He wanted to resist—wanted to push away the heavy feeling building inside him, but his body betrayed him.

The mirrors wouldn't let him hide.

"Aahh… nghhh… y-you piece of sh-shit…" Eun-jae gasped, his voice breaking between sharp moans, his body writhing beneath the relentless force pressing into him. His fingers trembled as he tried to push Caesar away, palms pressing against his toned chest, but it was useless.

Caesar was too strong. Too unyielding.

"I swear to God, I'll kill—ngghh—!" Eun-jae's words dissolved into another strangled sound, his breath hitching as his body arched involuntarily. The sensation was too much, too overwhelming, too raw. He wasn't used to this—this unbearable feeling of losing himself.

His nails dug into Caesar's shoulders, trying to ground himself, but his own strength was fleeting.

"Aahh—nghh! S-Stop…" Eun-jae whimpered, his arms trembling as he tried again to push against Caesar's firm chest. But Caesar didn't stop.

Didn't even slow down.

A sharp chuckle rumbled from Caesar's throat as Eun-jae weakly threw soft, desperate punches against his chest—a feeble attempt to resist.

Adorable.

Caesar smirked, his hands gripping Eun-jae's waist tighter, keeping him exactly where he wanted him. Pinned. Trapped. Helpless.

"You bastard—uaahh—" Another broken moan slipped from Eun-jae's lips, his body betraying him as he twitched under Caesar's control. The sensations were excruciating, unbearable—yet something else lurked beneath the pain.

A heat.

A strange, unfamiliar tingling that spread from his core, climbing up his spine like an electric current.

Eun-jae's mind blurred, the edges of his thoughts fraying as something foreign and dangerous crept into his senses.

What… is this feeling?

He didn't understand it.

He wanted to fight it.

But his body reacted on its own.

His breath came in short, erratic pants, his vision spinning as he tried to regain control, to push away whatever strange pleasure was coiling in his stomach.

Caesar must've sensed it.

His grip on Eun-jae's chin tightened, forcing his face to the side.

"Betas can feel this good, huh?" Caesar mused, his voice dark, dripping with amusement as his fingers dug into Eun-jae's flushed skin.

Before Eun-jae could protest, before he could even try to deny the truth, Caesar turned his face towards the right.

Another mirror.

Eun-jae's pupils dilated in horror.

His own reflection stared back at him—his disheveled hair, his sweat-slicked skin, the way his body trembled with every movement.

He could see everything.

Caesar on top of him, towering over him, his expression a mixture of dark satisfaction and raw hunger. The way their bodies moved together, the stark contrast of their skin, the sheen of sweat glistening under the golden glow of the chandelier.

Eun-jae squeezed his eyes shut.

No.

He couldn't look. He didn't want to see himself like this.

Didn't want to acknowledge what his body was betraying.

Caesar groaned deeply, his breath hot against Eun-jae's ear, his grip tightening. "Look."

A shiver ran down Eun-jae's spine.

He clenched his jaw, resisting.

But Caesar wasn't patient.

A sharp thrust made Eun-jae gasp loudly, his body jerking forward—his eyes snapping open against his will.

And there it was.

His reflection, completely unraveled.

His lips parted, his chest heaving, his skin flushed deep red.

And Caesar—his dark, piercing eyes locked onto Eun-jae's expression through the mirror, watching every reaction, every twitch, every ounce of pleasure and pain battling inside him.

Eun-jae's breathing grew heavier, his body betraying him even more, his fingers digging into Caesar's forearms as if that would stop the inevitable.

"F-Fuck—" Caesar groaned, his voice ragged, his movements rougher.

The lewd sound of skin meeting skin, the wet squelching of their slick bodies grinding together, filled the air.

It was too much.

Too raw. Too humiliating.