Hero’s Child C7

Chapter 7

 

Noatis’s voice, unlike before, had sunk into a heavy, weighted tone. The sharp tension of his jaw muscles was so distinct it looked almost frightening. Feeling uneasy, Uichan tried to call out to him, but the flower petals had already drawn near—so close that they scattered with a terrifying force.

 

Behind Seok Myeongcheol, the petals were tearing apart everything they touched, and in front of him stood Noatis. Like a beast cornered with no escape, Seok Myeongcheol thrashed about, then slammed both hands against the ground in a final act of desperation.

 

“Damn it! You think I’ll die alone?”

 

As he recited the spell, the earth shook violently. The marble floor thickened like mud, and from the softening ground emerged a grotesque shape, writhing and crawling beneath people’s feet as if it were made of clay.

 

The more distinct the shape became, the quicker Uichan realized what it was—a colossal human face that filled half the corridor.

 

The second supernatural ability of the escaped convict Seok Myeongcheol—“Heukmae.” He could control clay monsters, and when he activated this ability, monstrous faces would surface from the ground to devour anyone nearby whole.

 

“Run—!”

 

Uichan didn’t even finish shouting before the mouth of the monster face opened wide, and darkness swallowed everything. Like a tidal wave, it engulfed the surroundings, devouring everyone trapped within its earthy mass with ravenous hunger.

 

Uichan felt a hand grab him. When he looked up, it was Noatis. Behind him, more people were forcing their way through the crowd, trying to reach them.

 

Uichan shook his head frantically, signaling them not to come closer—for Seok Myeongcheol was gnawing at his own wrist while glaring at Uichan like a demon. His eyes burned, literally sizzling with power.

 

“You don’t… huh… know how I escaped… do you?”

 

Seok Myeongcheol grinned so wide that his fangs showed. Then, tearing into his arm, he splattered his own blood across the clay mass. Uichan’s eyes widened violently.

 

No… it couldn’t be—

 

His first ability—Diffusion. The powder he had swallowed earlier, the narcotic residue clinging to his teeth, the blood from his bitten arm, and now the blood scattering across the clay…

 

They had let their guard down. He must have infused his own blood with the drug, spreading it through the air. And now, as the clay swallowed people whole, he was spreading that toxin inside it—to infect and drive everyone trapped within mad.

 

“Let’s see… how you all die… Crawl in agony till your guts burst.”

 

“We have to get out of here!”

 

Uichan shouted urgently, but it was already too late. The moment he felt his breathing grow ragged, he knew something was terribly wrong. The drug Seok Myeongcheol had released wasn’t exactly a sexual stimulant—it attacked the central nervous system.

 

The human nervous system was a labyrinth—complex and unpredictable. Depending on what stimulus it received, the result could vary wildly. And from experience, Uichan knew that the thrill of blood and slaughter often bred only greater violence.

 

In other words… once they were trapped inside this clay monster, it would inevitably become a nightmarish hell—where everyone would massacre one another until only one person remained.

 

Uichan squeezed his eyes shut. The number of people swallowed by the monster was already enormous. Some were wounded, bleeding profusely, and others—already corpses.

 

In the distance, he thought he could hear screams. The storm of petals lashed toward him viciously, but it was too late.

 

Bang!

 

The clay monster that had swallowed everyone shut its massive mouth without hesitation.

 

 

—

 

What followed was like shattered fragments of memory—torn and blurred. Uichan could recall only bits and pieces. The people swallowed by the monster were falling endlessly into pits—bottomless chasms that seemed to stretch forever. And there wasn’t just one.

 

Perhaps expecting the heroes to work together to escape, Seok Myeongcheol had split them up, trapping groups of people in separate holes—sealed chambers with no walls to break, no light to see by.

 

Uichan had likely fallen into one of them—with Noatis, and two other people whose faces he couldn’t remember.

 

Most of it was a blur. When Uichan opened his eyes again, the darkness was still absolute. Occasionally, faint glimmers of light flickered, only to fade away quickly—like dying sparks.

 

Sometimes, gusts strong enough to shake the entire pit would roar through, followed by thunderous crashes—but they never lasted. Someone was probably trying to break down the walls. Yet the barriers were too dense, too unyielding, leaving not even the smallest crack.

 

Darkness swallowed him again. And then—Uichan’s body burned feverishly, flushed red as if struck by a blazing fever. His trembling form was curled up, covered in a heap of clothes—he didn’t even know whose they were. Clutching the fabric tightly, he curled in on himself, trembling.

 

He was definitely under the influence of the drug. His mind was hazy, his breathing uneven. A rough, strained sound escaped his throat before he could stop it. He sensed large shapes flinching around him in the dark. He couldn’t see them, yet somehow he felt their presence.

 

“…Is… anyone there?”

 

His voice slurred and dragged weakly, completely unsteady. His stomach twisted in unbearable discomfort as he held himself, writhing softly. What… what should he do?

 

Then, suddenly, a cold hand brushed across his forehead—cool and strangely soothing.

 

“…Are you in pain?”

 

“Ah… yes. A little… yes, I… I’m sorry…”

 

When Uichan murmured, another hand reached from the opposite direction. Even in this suffocating darkness, they moved as if they could see every inch of him. Once one hand touched him, others followed—some icy cold, others feverishly warm—until hands were all over him.

 

As Uichan mumbled, another hand reached out from the opposite direction. Even in this lonely darkness, they acted as if they could see every inch of him. The first touch was the hardest—once someone’s hand brushed against him, others followed, reaching out from all around to touch him. Some were unbearably cold, others scorching hot.

 

The more they touched him, the more lust stirred within Uichan. Should he pretend not to notice the hands reaching for him? But by now, there wasn’t even a shred of patience or reason left in him.

 

The moment a large hand gripped the back of his neck, Uichan’s body was yanked forward violently. His curled-up body was forced open, and he collided against someone’s chest. Cold fingers pried open his lips and slipped inside. As he gasped for air, Uichan’s mind went blank.

 

Everything that followed flashed before his eyes like a flickering light bulb—snapping on and off, fragmenting into broken scenes. Every time his mind cleared for a split second, he found himself doing something unthinkable.

 

At one point, he was locked in a rough kiss with someone. The other person, who was sucking on his lips so intensely that it made him pant, peeled off Uichan’s soiled suit jacket. Their movements were hurried and rough, yet each time their skin brushed against his, they hesitated, as if not wanting to hurt him.

 

His vision flickered again. Through the dim light, someone was looking down at him. When their eyes met, Uichan finally recognized who it was. Between strands of black hair gleamed a pair of gray eyes.

 

It was definitely… La Épée.

 

That was the name everyone called him by. From behind, another person’s hand reached out, pried open Uichan’s lips, and pressed down his tongue. The hand belonged to a man with black hair and golden eyes. Who was he again… Right. People called him Blacktan.

 

And that brown hair between them—it had to be Noah. Uichan fought desperately to keep his eyes open, even as they threatened to close.

 

A dry thirst spread through him, his lower abdomen burned, and his body kept curling in on itself. He held back and held back—until, at last, the light in his head popped and went out.

 

When he opened his eyes again, Uichan was clinging to someone, gasping for breath.

 

His pants were already stripped off, and someone’s hand was wrapped around his exposed shaft. He was so aroused that the tip was slick with precum. A large hand grasped both his and their own together, stroking them roughly in unison. Each wet smack echoed in the air, drawing a strangled cry from Uichan’s lips.

 

Every time he cried out, someone would soothe him with a kiss. Another hand parted the soft flesh of his buttocks and pressed something inside. Strangely, even his backside felt wet. What slid into him wasn’t flesh—it was the hard knuckle of someone’s finger.

 

“Ah—!”

 

Uichan trembled, curling in on himself as the fingers thrust deep inside, prodding his inner walls. His cock, still caught in someone’s grip, was shaken rapidly back and forth. The pleasure burned so intensely that he thought the skin would peel away—and then, in his dazed mind, he reached out and grasped another man’s shaft. When he clumsily began to move his hand, harsh breaths spilled down the back of his neck.

 

“More… Harder… Do it harder.”

 

It was Noah’s voice. By then, all of their minds were a mess. Someone pressed the blazing tip of their cock against Uichan’s entrance. The pressure built as it forced its way in, stretching him open—and when it finally sank inside, Uichan couldn’t even scream.

 

All he could do was arch his back and gasp soundlessly. What… is this? His breath caught in his throat, and all he could do was cling to the person before him. The thick shaft that had been pushing into him paused briefly when Uichan instinctively covered his belly with his hands.

 

Then it drove in deep—hitting the very end of his passage. Even in the total darkness, Uichan felt his vision dim, as if the world had gone black. The thrusting cock withdrew suddenly, and Uichan let out a sharp breath.

 

“Ah—ah!”

 

He clawed at the floor, trying to crawl away, but a hand grabbed his waist and pulled him back. The heavy shaft slammed into him again, filling him completely.

 

Without thinking, Uichan tried to use his ability several times—to extract the drug compounds that had intoxicated them all. But in his delirious, lust-addled mind, it was impossible to properly control his power.

 

[Regression.]

 

“Hah, wait—”

 

[Regression.]

 

“Ha, ah—ugh!”

 

[Regression.]

 

“Ah—! Ha—”

 

Now he understood why they couldn’t leave this place. The same principle applied as when his ability failed to affect them—his mind was too corrupted for his power to function. The cramped space was filled only with the sound of four people’s ragged, tangled breathing.

 

Seok Myeongcheol must have intended for them to kill Uichan when he sent them together. But surely, he hadn’t expected things to turn out like this.

 

They handled Uichan like fragile glass—something that could shatter at any moment—yet they still devoured him endlessly. They kept brushing away his tear-streaked cheeks, kissing and licking every inch of his trembling body. The process wasn’t always gentle, but in its own way, it almost felt tender.

 

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