The Body That Moves on Its Own

Seohan gritted his teeth and opened his mouth.

“…Please come in.”

He suppressed the boiling anger within him.

If there were a single object within reach, he felt he would have swung it straight at the system window.

If you have time to say stuff like that, tell me what the flaw is first!

Words he couldn’t utter burned in his chest, fueling his rage.

The corners of his tightly closed lips trembled slightly.

Nonetheless, he struggled to control his expression for the sake of whoever was about to enter.

Not looking too different from the sub-male lead Baek Seohan in the novel, yet not following in his footsteps.

That was Seohan’s top priority.

Of course, that goal shattered the moment the door opened.

“I have brought him as you ordered.”

Dragged in by the guards from outside, the main protagonist was forced to his knees on the floor.

He was adorned with all sorts of maniacal items: a collar, a muzzle, handcuffs, and shackles.

Seohan could only stare blankly at the sight.

Though he was completely subdued, the eyes looking up at him were terrifyingly vivid.

So, right now… I am f*cked, right?

I thought I just needed to avoid the main protagonist, but he was already in Baek Seohan’s clutches.

And in a very disturbing state, at that.

A chill ran down the back of his neck.

‘Surely… he hasn’t done it yet, right?’

Could things have already progressed to an irreversible stage?

It was a very reasonable suspicion.

Buying the main protagonist—fine, that could be managed somehow.

But what came after was the problem.

It was a moment when his head was spinning with all sorts of thoughts.

Seohan felt an incredibly bizarre sensation.

It felt like he was dreaming.

As his consciousness drifted slightly away, his body…

‘…Is moving on its own?!’

Regardless of his will, it began to move.

He tried to speak, but even his mouth would not obey.

Baek Seohan’s body walked forward without hesitation and stopped right in front of the main protagonist, Lee Dohun.

He felt the corners of his mouth tilt upward.

Then, slowly lifting a foot, he…

“Keu-heup!”

Baek Seohan trampled on the main protagonist’s… precious area.

‘Heh.’

The first thought that came to mind was ‘That must hurt.’

Since they were both men, he couldn’t help but empathize with that pain.

But that thought was brief.

Even though he was wearing shoes, the sensation was very strange.

A shiver ran through his entire body at the feeling beneath his foot.

He wanted to struggle and pull his foot away immediately, but this d*mn body wouldn’t listen.

Meanwhile, Baek Seohan spoke in a friendly tone.

“You finally look pretty now, Mr. Dohun.”

You really suit it.

The added comment was even more atrocious.

As soon as his vitals were crushed, the main protagonist lowered his head and began to tremble violently.

It was a sight that would make anyone feel pity, yet this body didn’t seem to feel such emotions.

As if his softly curved lips were twitching, the body spat out more nonsense.

“Still, you shouldn’t glare like that. Well, habits can always be broken. I’ll educate you well, okay?”

“….”

“Ah. Does it hurt?”

Despite the muzzle, the rough sound of breathing couldn’t be hidden.

It was a change that even Seohan, who was watching his own body run wild in a daze, could clearly feel.

Lee Dohun wasn’t just trembling; his complexion had turned pale.

A single bead of cold sweat rolled down his exposed neck because of his slumped head.

Noticing this late, Baek Seohan’s eyes widened.

Soon, a deep smile bloomed across his face.

“Shall I take my foot off?”

Lee Dohun nodded his head rapidly.

But looking at that gesture that seemed almost desperate, Baek Seohan…

Instead of letting go, he put more strength into his toes and began to rub what was underneath.

“I don’t want to.”

“…!”

What had been a one-sided crushing began to exude a heavily sexual vibe at some point.

The movement of his foot became that intimate.

Before Baek Seohan’s eyes, the man kneeling helplessly was trembling pathetically, despite his large frame.

The gaze staring fixedly at him was like watching a small animal perform a trick.

Of course, the person inside was not composed at all.

He couldn’t be.

‘Agh!’

He tried to scream and put strength into his feet, but it was just a lonely struggle; his body would not follow his will.

Despite that, the sensation was far too vivid.

Perhaps because all his nerves were focused there, Lee Dohun’s reaction was gradually becoming unusual.

His breathing grew rougher, and his pale skin began to turn reddish.

A thought he never wanted to imagine flashed through his mind.

‘Is this, perhaps…’

No. It can’t be.

Seohan tried to ignore the ominous thought that had once again occupied his head.

Despite having experienced a similar situation earlier, he lacked learning ability.

“This is a place you won’t even be able to move without my permission from now on, right?”

…Is it just my imagination that what’s under my foot feels hard?

Is it also just my imagination that the volume seems to have increased?

“Oh, did you get hard just from being stepped on?”

The voice that forced him to face what he wanted to ignore most was his own.

Of course, it was words his body blabbered on its own, contrary to his will.

Before he could even reel from the shocking fact, another question swirled in Seohan’s mind.

It was because the ‘something’ that was being stepped on had grown without limit.

His mind felt distant; if his body hadn’t been moving on its own, Seohan was certain his face would have turned white as a sheet.

How big is it going to get? Is he even human?

Glancing at what was beneath his foot, Baek Seohan raised a slender, white finger and tickled Lee Dohun’s cheek.

It was a subtle gesture, like a stroke or a light scratch, but the heat transmitted through the finger was vivid.

Lee Dohun twisted his body and shook off the touch.

His bangs were slightly damp from sweat, and his cheeks were flushed from the forced pleasure… yet, what was reflected in his eyes was clear hatred and shame.

His eyes were so sharp with murderous intent, as if he wanted to tear Seohan apart right this second, that Seohan’s legs felt weak.

At this point, he could only beg the body that was moving on its own.

‘Please stop!’

If this keeps up, he won’t even be able to dream of a new life.

In his head, he could only see a future where he followed the path of the sub-male lead Baek Seohan and met a terrible end at the hands of Jin Yeono.

“How cute.”

But his body seemed very satisfied with this situation.

He knew he was a nutjob, but no matter how he looked at it, Baek Seohan was not normal.

Seohan muttered hollowly.

‘Crazy.’

“Crazy.”

At that moment, Baek Seohan’s mouth—no, Seohan’s mouth opened.

The body that was moving at will suddenly stopped.

Seohan realized this a moment later.

He was confused, wondering if the voice he just heard was a hallucination, or if he was dreaming with his eyes open because he wanted it so badly.

Did I just speak?

He even held his throat and made an ‘ah’ sound.

It was an action Baek Seohan wouldn’t have done.

However, because he had been unable to move his body until just a second ago and felt his consciousness sinking, his thinking wasn’t fast.

So, without even feeling someone’s gaze staring at him, Seohan repeated the action.

It was a coincidence that his center of gravity shifted slightly forward.

“…Ugh!”

The moment a groan leaked from below, Seohan finally felt the sensations of his entire body returning to normal.

The feeling under his foot that he hadn’t been aware of, and the realization that there was a person right in front of him.

Recalling all the atrocities he had just calmly committed, Seohan immediately pulled his foot away.

He could guarantee that he had never moved this fast in his life.

He might have even let out a small ‘hik’ sound without realizing it.

Seohan’s face flushed red as he heard that sound more clearly than anyone.

What followed was a silence so quiet it made him want to die.

“…Take him out. Right now.”

With a red face, he jerked his head away.

It was partly to ignore the thing boasting great majesty below, and partly to ignore the gazes of several people looking this way with blank eyes.

Because Lee Dohun wasn’t the only one in the room.

Even the guards watching the door were staring at Seohan in a daze.

All the embarrassment and questions in those gazes multiplied his shame.

“I told you to take him out!”

Only after he snapped without using polite speech did they begin to move hurriedly.

They grabbed Lee Dohun’s arms, forced him up from his knees, and practically dragged him out of the room.

Everyone else inside left, but he didn’t calm down at all.

His anger reached the top of his head, his heart pounded, and his face kept feeling hot as if he had a fever.

Barely taking a deep breath, Seohan spoke through gritted teeth.

Mumbled pronunciation leaked through his parted lips.

“Come out.”

Soon, a translucent blue window popped up.

[( ; ›ω‹ )]

A window containing only a single emoticon.

Seohan, whose eyes had practically flipped in rage, immediately scanned the room.

He needed something to beat this system window with.

Right now.