Eighteen’s Bed Novel Completed - Chapter 158 Truth or Dare

“Lord, bless this food you have graciously bestowed upon us. We pray through Christ our Lord.”

Amen.

A quiet, clear voice settled gently over the dining table, like a thin tablecloth softly laid upon a wooden table. I was the only one at this table who wasn’t Catholic. I awkwardly clasped my hands together, staring blankly at my empty plate.

Kang Jun, the unbeliever. Kang Jun, the immoral. Such a heretic had another trick up his sleeve: secretly observing those who prayed.

The most fervent prayers came from Go Yohan’s mother and Go Yohan’s older brother, Go Yoseph. Seeing them like this, it was clear that the eldest took after his mother. Their appearance and behavior were alike. Next in fervor was Go Rosa. Though, in her case, it seemed less like genuine fervor and more like an act.

My gaze drifted to the center of the table. Then, startled, I quickly averted my eyes back to my plate. In that brief moment, cold sweat trickled down my neck. It was because I’d made eye contact with Go Yohan’s father.

“……”

F*ck, why isn’t this Jesus-obsessed man praying?

I tightened my clasped hands, pretending to pray. Even though our eye contact was fleeting, Go Yohan’s father remained etched in my mind like an eternity. The way he leaned slightly back in his chair, his head tilted a little, his fingers lightly tapping the table, his slightly unbuttoned black shirt, his pale eye color, and his arrogant gaze that made people feel small—all of it was taxidermied within me.

‘But why on earth is he looking at me?’

It was truly bizarre. A strange sense of incongruity piqued my curiosity. My curiosity swelled like a balloon about to burst. But despite being so curious, I was too cowardly to turn my head and look again. The rising tension pricked at my chin. At the same time, the balloon burst. The cause was a huge yawn that instantly shattered the tension, which had been as sharp as a spire.

I realized it. There was someone else in this house, besides me, who harbored suspicious faith.

“Haaam…”

At a familiar presence, I subtly straightened my neck. Then I cautiously looked in the opposite direction. There, I felt a different kind of tension than before. Go Yohan, casually munching on the food in front of him, was the culprit behind this bomb.

“Ah, f*ck… I’m hungry.”

I truly believed that Go Yohan felt no wrong in this action. Otherwise, the liar who was unusually sensitive to the word ‘father’ wouldn’t commit such a blatant sacrilege.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

It felt ominous. With a premonition that something was about to happen, I nudged Go Yohan and asked. But the one who answered my question wasn’t the one I’d spoken to.

“What’s wrong with you?”

The strange man who sat at the center of the family, forcing religion upon them, yet didn’t pray himself. His voice was emotionless and made people feel pale. He spoke to me.

“……”

Why?

I cautiously traced the edge of the table with my fingertips, slowly changing the direction of my gaze. The long dining table scene passed by like a stretched-out panorama. Go Yoseph, engrossed in prayer, unaware of what was happening; Go Rosa, staring blankly at the far end of the table; and Go Yohan’s mother, still looking at me in a praying posture.

Strange. Go Rosa was clearly praying just a moment ago.

My eyes slowly moved towards the center of the table. It was the direction Go Rosa was looking. There, I saw a familiar hand. Cleanly trimmed fingernails were scratching the tablecloth.

“…?”

Truly strange. The thin tablecloth, following the fingernails, dragged a plate down to the floor. A sharp, ear-piercing sound was softly crushed by a black leather loafer. The neatly falling navy blue suit trousers seemed to be made of quite luxurious fabric. His legs were so long that even when I looked up, I couldn’t see his face. All I saw was a white shirt, subtly clinging and smoothly stretched across the chest.

“Isn’t it a bit awkward for you to be there?”

The voice speaking to me sounded a little younger than before. Following the man’s movement, the buttons near his chest slightly parted. Tight lines stretched between each button. The shirt buttons barely held on. His large body visually demonstrated his deep breaths.

“I think you’d be better off sitting here.”

“Excuse me?”

Flustered, I dared to look at a face I shouldn’t have. And my eyes widened considerably.

“Go Yohan?”

The man was Go Yohan. Go Yohan had his bangs neatly swept back and wore a dull navy blue suit. Go Yohan touched his canine tooth with the tip of his tongue and said,

“What, all of a sudden?”

The reason I felt awkward was that this Go Yohan didn’t feel like Go Yohan. He was a man a little older than the Go Yohan I knew. Yet, he sat there with a face so disgustingly similar to Go Yohan’s father that one might think he was a slightly younger version of the father.

The hand caressing the empty table was covered by a peculiar glove. I felt a sense of déjà vu from the black glove that covered only his right pinky, ring, and middle fingers. His uncovered index finger pointed between the man’s widely splayed legs. As if obeying a command, my gaze followed the direction he pointed. And there, on his left thigh, I saw a thick bulge squirming.

“It’s not like this is the first or second time you’ve sat here.”

The face, which could have been Go Yohan’s young father or a slightly older Go Yohan, smiled at me.

“No…”

N-no, I don’t want to. I couldn’t even get up from my seat, just trembling as I surveyed my surroundings. Go Rosa was still staring intently at the head of the table, and Go Yohan’s mother was still looking at me.

No, not me. The air next to me felt chillingly cold. I slammed my hand on the table and spun around. When I confirmed the presence beside me, all strength left my body, and I slid under the chair. From that position, seeing the dining room floor, I looked up at Go Yohan’s seat.

Go Yohan’s father was in that seat.

What on earth was going on? My mind was a blur, spinning in confusion.

“Ugh-sha.”

Suddenly, hands slipped under my armpits. The intruding hands stretched out, as if boasting their long fingers, and grabbed my chest so tightly it felt like it would burst. It was definitely intentional. He purposely pressed down hard on my areolas, causing a sharp pain that resonated under my eyes.

“Ah!”

My body was forcibly lifted, and my resistance, pushing against the floor with my feet, lasted only a moment. I was awkwardly dragged along. I almost let out a groan without realizing it.

I wanted to speak, but no words came out. Weakly struggling, hoping the force moving me would stop, was the only resistance I could muster. From the start, my body moved sluggishly, as if it didn’t even want to resist much.

As soon as I asked “Why?”, my body suddenly dropped. More precisely, I was seated in a chair. No, more precisely, I was seated on Go Yohan’s thigh. An uncomfortable sensation pressed beneath my buttocks. I wiggled, but a hand that had moved to my waist pressed me firmly down.

“Why do you hate it so much?”

“……”

“You’ll hurt me.”

I felt like dying of injustice because I couldn’t speak, but Go Yohan kept blabbering. Moreover, I couldn’t move a muscle. Leaning against his firm body, I saw that the dining room, where people had been sitting just moments ago, was now empty, leaving only traces of their presence.

What is this?

The dark dining room was terrifying and grotesque. Meanwhile, a damp breath touched my ear.

“I hope you’re unhappy.”

The moisture wetting my ear was hot. I only looked straight ahead, and without realizing it, I stood on my tiptoes and rubbed the floor. I couldn’t see anything. I only felt the sensation of his ring finger teasingly pressing my left breast and the touch of his tongue licking my right ear.

“I hope you become unhappy.”

A sensation of a large ball pressing down between my legs rose up. Damn it, I cursed under my breath, pushing away the fingers pinching my waist through the thin fabric. Thanks to that, our fingers intertwined.

What’s so good about me being unhappy? My nose felt like it was filled with water.

The hand that had obediently retreated slid down my waist and grabbed my trousers. Eight fingers, excluding both thumbs, slowly crept into the gap between my skin and the fabric. W-wait a minute. This time, I tried to lower my hand to block him.

“I hope you’re never happy, Jun.”

“H-h-h-don’t…”

“Sincerely.”

The man whispering behind me, with his hand in my trousers, unbuckled them. Using his thumb. I desperately grabbed his wrist. And just as I was about to pull away, the man stood up. Consequently, I was pushed up by his thigh and fell face down onto the table.

“Ugh.”

I braced myself on the table with my hands. It was an involuntary action to lessen the impact. I had to get up quickly. I had to escape. Focusing on the words my mind screamed, I pushed myself up, gripping the cold glass.

But a strong force pressed down on my back. Humiliatingly, I fell back down, my cheek pressed firmly against the cold glass, struggling. All while feeling my trousers and underwear slowly slide down.

The trousers, which had slid over the round curve, stopped moving just below my buttocks. It wasn’t an accident. The man laughed, grabbed the falling trousers, and buckled them shut. His movements were very leisurely, but the fingers brushing against my skin were filled with unrestrained force.

Goosebumps rose on my skin from the cold air. And a large hand softly caressed that skin. With every touch, a strange shiver ran through me.

“You’ve got goosebumps.”

“…Hmph.”

With my buckle tightly fastened, unable to spread my legs or move, I barely managed to suppress the sorrow that threatened to escape. My fingertips, pressed against the glass, turned white.

The dining room was dark and empty. The man who looked like Go Yohan, sitting in Go Yohan’s father’s seat. The man who looked to be around thirty. I thought of the man behind me and glared at the table pattern with bloodshot eyes.

This time, a stiff leather glove tickled its way up my skin. I distinctly felt the sensation following the round curve from where my thigh ended, all the way down to the deeply indented area below my waist.

“You’ll forgive me, won’t you, even if I wholeheartedly, desperately, to the point of death, wish for your unhappiness?”

The fingers lightly scratching my waist gradually intruded into my clothes. Soon, his palm pressed against my back. The hand, which had pressed my back so hard it hurt, roughly pushed my skin before grabbing my waist.

I recoiled and tried to get up. But Go Yohan’s other hand grabbed my opposite hip and lifted me with force, causing me to fail. My feet couldn’t reach the floor.

“W-why, why, I…”

My voice wouldn’t come out, as I was desperately trying to suppress my tears. The ungloved hand grabbed my exposed buttocks so hard it felt like they would burst. His firm thumb spread the lower part of my glutes, and a thick mass of flesh pressed against my opening. It hurts, it hurts. I clenched my fists tightly. The pain of my fingernails tearing into my palms surged.

At the same time, a strange sensation, as if something was playfully poking into the sensitive thin skin between my legs, only to pull back a fingernail’s length, combined with the weight of a firm chest pressing hard against my back, shattered my mind.

A hot breath touched the back of my head. Go Yohan’s nose, close by, lightly brushed my hair. And I felt sharp teeth biting and pulling at my hair.

“Those bastards who say they want to see the person they love be happy are all hypocrites.”

“Ah, ahh.”

“They have to be unhappy to cling to stability.”

And with his low, chilling voice, the world changed.

“It seems it went in well, so thankfully, I guess only my dick ate it here.”

That was the last thing I heard.

My head hurts. My arm was also numb.

It felt like my body was hanging upside down, submerged in water. As the headache gradually dulled, my mind slowly returned to its place. I saw the familiar ceiling and realized. What a crazy dream I had.

Moreover, the pain emanating from my shoulder grew sharper. I frowned and lowered my arm, which wasn’t moving well. What the heck. I usually sleep like a log, so why was my arm up? It was odd, but not unusual, so I just let it go. Suddenly, a part of the memory of not being able to use my arm properly in the dream came back to me. Is that why my hands didn’t move properly in the dream?

“Ah, it’s numb…”

My eyelids were stiff and wouldn’t move easily. It was because my body was sluggish from just waking up. I slowly moved my numb fingertips, waking my body. But my legs felt strange. No, not my legs, but my lower body felt strange. The parts where my skin folded hurt as if they were pulled, and a faint pain rising from below my tailbone was hitting my underside and slowly creeping up.

Ah, my back. Did I sleep in a bad position? How on earth did I sleep?

Furthermore, it was too hot, my body was feverish, I was tired, and lethargic. Even after sleeping, it felt like I hadn’t slept well. I even wiped the inside of my pajamas with my palm, and it was full of sweat. It wasn’t even that hot.

“Why am I sweating so much?”

Ouch. Why does my neck hurt so much? It felt stiff, as if I’d been straining it all night.

I pressed my stiff neck with my fingers. At the same time, I wiped away the fresh sweat with the back of my hand and my palm, and as I moved my feet, I suddenly hit something wrong, and the faint pain rising from below my waist slammed into my tailbone. More precisely, the inside of my tailbone hurt as if it had been hit with a hammer. I instinctively stumbled forward, awkwardly reaching for my waist.

“Ah, ouch.”

Hot, painful, and my body kept having a slight fever. My head was filled with question marks at the incomprehensible situation. As I bent my waist, the opening below, widened by the posture, trembled slightly. That brought back the dream I had just had. F*ck.

“I’m really crazy… I’m crazy.”

I slammed my forehead hard into the blanket. Why did I have such a fcking dream? Lately, I seem to be self-harming my head a lot. It’s all because of Go Yohan. No, is it because of me? As expected, my thoughts when I was young were right. I really am, truly, a pervert. To have such a dream, and such, fck.

“So embarrassing. F*ck, so embarrassing. How old am I?”

I was so ashamed of myself I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to get up and dunk my head in cold water, but my mind was too weary and my body too heavy to move. Strangely, my body seemed a bit swollen too. I wasn’t sleepy, though.

The surface of the blanket, colder than my body, felt pleasant, so I rubbed my face into the crumpled blanket. I must have been tired. Seeing how messy the blanket was, I must have slept like that.

Ah.

A frightening thought suddenly struck me, and I sat up. Kneeling, I grabbed my pants, and after a long deliberation, I used my thumb to pry open the gap between my skin and the fabric.

“……”

Go Yohan’s f*cking remark, that my penis was like a peeled banana, lay limp and lifeless below the barren hill. Thankfully, my underwear was clean. The tension in my body instantly dissipated. I felt relieved. At least I didn’t make a mistake like a middle schooler would. Is this a blessing in disguise? Damn it.

My body, released from tension, fell back onto the bed. The fever in my body was still high.

Could it be a cold? It can’t be. I have to take an exam.

I raised my hand to check my forehead for a fever. No headache. I showered before sleeping, do I have to shower again?

Although the cold air cooled my sweat and drew heat from my body, the fever emanating from within felt like an internal issue, steadily radiating warmth from deep inside.

The dream had been so vivid that my internal organs were trembling slightly. When I touched my stomach without thinking, a ticklish vibration spread through my palm. My stomach swelled with every breath, and as I inhaled, it rattled like a broken machine before sucking in.

Fck, why did I have such a messed-up dream? Fck, f*ck!

I slammed my forehead into the blanket again. Still, the situation wasn’t bad. After all, no one would know that I had such a dream and got myself worked up alone. I didn’t even get an erection or have a wet dream. This much is decent. Yes, nothing happened.

I buried my face in the blanket, groaning for a long time, then lifted my head. The clock, blurry in the darkness, showed 5 AM.

Hah. I sighed again and moved my body. As soon as I moved, I felt a strong, intentional pulling pain in the joints between my thighs and joints, where the skin folded. As if it had been stretched so wide it would tear. How on earth did I sleep?

In the end, I gave up and crawled like a bug, resting my head on the pillow. But I soon had to pull my head away. The part that touched it was unpleasantly damp.

Finally, I pushed the pillow away with my hand and buried my head in the bare blanket.

“I’m dizzy…”

But why does the bed smell like Go Yohan? My clothes, too, and the bed.